OH VINTAGE SURVIVAL

I WAS ONCE YOUR FLOWER..A BLOSSOM..CUTE...AS A BUTTON...A SMILE RUNNING AROUND..LIKE A NEW BABY DOLL..WITH A LOVE OF MY OWN..I GREW HIGH AS THE HILLS ..THE TREES WHICH HAD ME CLIMB..THE SAP..IN WHICH I TASTED..FOUND BITTER..BUT STUCK LIKE GLUE..I WASHED IT FROM MY SKIN...LIKE YEARS STUCK IN A RUT..BUT DA CLIMB MADE ME STAND ON MY TOES..I WAS A ROUGH LIL GIRL..WITH TOM BOYISH SKILLZ...CHALLENGED MY OWN PEOPLE...HAD A LOT OF FUN BECOMING A SPOILED LIL SISTAH...THE GHETTO WAS A HARD PILL TO SWALLOW..I REIGNED SUPREME AFTER I LEARNED ADULTHOOD...LOVED WHAT I BECOME.. THE QUEEN..WITH A SMART HEAD ON MY SHOULDER...AS I BUILT LIFE..THE DREAM OF ISIS..MILITANTLIFE.. LEFT ME A LIBERATED CONQUERER..MY FLESH WAS STRONG AND MIGHTY..MY STRUCTURE LOOKED BRIGHT..THE RIGHTS OF VINTAGE SURVIVAL..STARTED WITHERING LIKE POWER LOSES VOLTAGE ENOUGH TO KEEP HOPE ALIVE IN MY SOUL..ALTHROUGH MY JOURNEY 2 DISCOVER...MY TRIALS LED ME DOWN..WALLS OF NO EXCEPTIONS LOCKED AWAY FROM OPENING FREEDOM..MY IMAGE TORN..RIPPED APART FROM MY OWN DECISION..I LOST A MILLION IN DA MARCH OF HISTORY..TELLS THE 20TH CENTURY..LOST IS ONLY THE BEGINNING...IT IS NOW DA 21TH CENTURY..GREAT LOVE FOR MY PEOPLE STILL DEMINISHED..WHERE I HAVE NO VICTORIES..JUST HEARTACHE...GOD..I ASK YOU..WHAT DID I DO..TO BE A SILENT MONARCH WHERE I HAD POPULATION...IS IT MY AGE..WHAT STOPS THE CLOCK OF EXISTENCE..OR IS IT THE LOST..HOW TO MINGLE WITH ENDURENCE TO STRENGTHEN THE HEART OF MAN..DIVORCED EARLY MARRIED TOO YOUNG...MY LESSON AS VINTAGE SURVIVAL..REMAINS TO BE UNANSWERED..WHERE I'M STILL A VILLAGE WITH NO PEOPLE...ANOTHER YEAR WITH NO HANDS TO SHAKE..NO HUGS AND KISSES TO GREET..NO TIME LEFT TO SAY I AM...NO LIFE..PASSING ME BY..ONLY TO MAKE RETURN TRIPS..I'M WAS DISCOVERED LATE..ASK YOURSELF..WILL IT BE A STORY I WROTE 2 SURVIVAL OR WILL I LEAVE THIS WORLD..A WRITTEN MANUSCRIPT THAT SPEAKS..SHE WAS A LIVING SPOKESPERSON..WITH NO ISLAND LEFT TO SWIM IN...VANTAGE SURVIVAL COMES..I AM WHAT'S LEFT..LIFE..ALONE....THANK YOU VERY MUCH..MY HUMAN BEINGS..I TRIED..SORRY I DIDN'T BRING YOU A BAC TO BE YOUR HOMIE...JUST GOT TIRED...THE SIGNS OF VINTAGE SURVIVAL...IS ALL THAT'S LEFT... BUT..I'M STILL ALIVE...THE CYCLE REMAINS CONCLUSIVE...MY BONES ARE AS HARD AS MY FIGURE..REMAINS STRONG...MY MIND IS THE POWERS OF A WRITER..MY DREAMS ARE LEFT UP 2 MY PEOPLE..I DEPEND ON YOU FOR WHAT GAVE ME....DA DREAM OF MARTIN LUTHER KING..PEACE CREATE..