Uncommon Vocab
Attaboy,
Make sure you get a rub
No one told you I was in the arms of many
and the heart of few
Piecing together the sky of fury
Brow of scorn
Masculine praise
Gender communication, torn
Feminine perception
sent the wrong way
Titled in words, we say
Hung by endeavors of being sane
Common fragility inside
Frightened with what’s secondary
In the boy that ought to be a man
Created by what’s seen
Revelation within side of truth
Misspoke broke and turned to you
Wrong side of the tide
That cracked open on this shore
of that girl
Where the spoke use to rotate
And the child use to play
Make sure I get a rub
Attaboy
They say
And it makes a difference
Yet it still falls flat
Foreseen, deliverance
Undivided measure between the lines
Read
Commonalities that ought be treasures
Tears born out of signs
Seem static as they cross your face
Fears frayed, unnoticed
Give me a rub
Attaboy they say
I got us some swag
toke it straight out
Of my heart
Found the run
Round my door
Couldnt imagine
The complications in store
Can’t deny
Socialization
The undergarment of sorrow
dressing vain places
Tracing the evidence of me
Incognito
And all I could muster was,
“ Attaboy, sometimes we all need
to be rubbed the wrong way”
Stroke of luck
Loss of faith
Hope of genius
Heartbroken
Spoken, unnecessary to
Call out my name
For sake of what’s worth
Better luck next time
As you drive by
Silence replaced the rub I needed
Undone
Common thread
Through the eye of the needle
The soul of a sinner
Found in the metal of the haystack
Attaboy they will all say
As they cheer me on my way
Attaboy they will all say
As I unravel and walk away
