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What I cannot find… but am determined… to get back to… Is not to be confused with Flavor… Like hot sauce or vanilla… which can be found at any market… No… What I seem to have misplaced is My Flava Spelled F-L-A-V-A And is one of a kind… gifted to me only… Not to be confused with any other FLAVA Cuz it is mine… And without it… Can barely string a sentence together… and am lost… As from this springs my issue… and Without my issue… just don’t know… Whether to rhyme or to flow… Wax melodic or staccato… Iambic pentameter to coax you to Come with / me and / and be / my love…No- wait... That’s not it at all- Have no need of You being my love… or loving my being… Which is where FLAVA comes in… Cuz FLAVA don’t give a **** Flava just is… Unlike consciousness… Or the awareness of one’s own Existence…that just wants not to be a Casualty… and die with the other dead ones… Who were (by the way) dead long before they Resigned themselves to undertake the responsibility Of laying the hell down… But FLAVA… FLAVA cannot die… so I know it’s there… it’s just… Hiding subliminally… Under some old debris… Beneath the ruins of what used to be me…and When I find it…will then add some FLAVOR (not to be confused with FLAVA) …sprinkle some Cayenne Pepper… make it even HOTTER …fold in some Cinnamon… make it even SEXIER… and Continue to season… ‘til it feels like ME again… One of a kind FLAVA… Gifted to me only… Gotta get back to it… Cuz it is mine… Gotta get back to it… Cuz it is me… Gotta get back to me… .
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
Getting Back To Me
What I cannot find… but am determined… to get back to… Is not to be confused with Flavor… Like hot sauce or vanilla… which can be found at any market… No… What I seem to have misplaced is My Flava Spelled F-L-A-V-A And is one of a kind… gifted to me only… Not to be confused with any other FLAVA Cuz it is mine… And without it… Can barely string a sentence together… and am lost… As from this springs my issue… and Without my issue… just don’t know… Whether to rhyme or to flow… Wax melodic or staccato… Iambic pentameter to coax you to Come with / me and / and be / my love…No- wait... That’s not it at all- Have no need of You being my love… or loving my being… Which is where FLAVA comes in… Cuz FLAVA don’t give a **** Flava just is… Unlike consciousness… Or the awareness of one’s own Existence…that just wants not to be a Casualty… and die with the other dead ones… Who were (by the way) dead long before they Resigned themselves to undertake the responsibility Of laying the hell down… But FLAVA… FLAVA cannot die… so I know it’s there… it’s just… Hiding subliminally… Under some old debris… Beneath the ruins of what used to be me…and When I find it…will then add some FLAVOR (not to be confused with FLAVA) …sprinkle some Cayenne Pepper… make it even HOTTER …fold in some Cinnamon… make it even SEXIER… and Continue to season… ‘til it feels like ME again… One of a kind FLAVA… Gifted to me only… Gotta get back to it… Cuz it is mine… Gotta get back to it… Cuz it is me… Gotta get back to me… .
carla-marie
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
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