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Dec 2011
Feed on the Haters.
            That’s how to work it player have them
            hate the day you were born,
torn from your mother’s limb
another winner to this Globe.
We done told you, you could do it
and those that blew it blow you down.

Lounge around and watch you steam,
steal away your self esteem…
but that’s just called Oppression
and Resistance is the key
as once proclaimed in the
Twelve step elegy.

Feed on the Haters.
            **** them out roots and all,
            stand tall for your rights,
            fight if you gotta!

            Your heart is a beating pump too.
            You had a Mother and I had a Mother too.
            There was some womb that contained us,
                        cushioned us from the fall
            that was a world within its walls
                         that called us to a brighter light,
                        a bright fluorescent white,
                        and for a couple years it’s like heaven…

                        -- then Time sinks in.

But if you, Feed on the Haters.
If you, Look twice at that waiter…
You’ll realize, Everyone’s got Haters too.

And (You heard it on Bambi)
            You gotta treat others the way
you want them to treat you.

                        -- Your Momma didn’t raise no fool.
Tina Fish
Written by
Tina Fish  NYC
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