Oh Rebecca

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Knew a grown woman who fell apart once
Yes I'm sad to know I once did
But privileged to have, you must know,
The whole pueblo should be told
who she is

The mask on My eyes she did lift
I haven't reclused back
Behind ever since
She's my swagger; are the confidence
That I rapped it to this mami with

The whole pueblo should know who you are…
She mothers a man in my heart

When sly time to blink open the smile
Like blinds curling up to sunshine,
Cuando la lengua grinds a nod to the room,
When it's mine the guiding hand assumes
It's you
Why there's rhythm, why there's dialogue,
How I know firm embrace by moist inch,
Moans and giggles stop to kiss in the middle
and we continue at lip when we're through
because of you!

I'm needing her to know it too

The pueblo __must know__ you are
one of these women, who go falling apart,
running, for lord knows what
bundled with bags __after the bus,
walking as she hasn't most the years
most boys arked behind have been alive,
standing where her ass perks her up
on her phone somewhere outside,
waving her eyeballs around, ducking
her head and heaven knows why
waving her eyes side to side,
like a baby saying a lie

All the hood knows her, long as they have
by what's gone around the latest word
How baby i wish they'd remember you as
their native daughter, their sister at church

A mother of men of her own
Sometimes I lament with
A willow in my spine
Seeing you crying somewhere alone
though I know you're the run of minds
more tangible than a promise is,
for nostalgic pleasures
that wont come around again

Why shouldn't they have been horizons
striped ____on her wool stockings
and sunshine's glare
goggling in her stare?
Why did i take it there,
where psychosis suspends a refrain
from the deranged?; as if the gold lit
in your heart had corroded
to the makeup flaking your face
and sent the cracks splitting up your nails...
While her words chased the helium in her veins
i could have ____come up with a way
of giving back all the time
Rebecca's been on my mind

I know a woman I'm not so sure knows
Who she is anymore than I knew
Whom she was before the pieces of her
released me on stilettos,
i picked up on, as i gathered
you were letting go...
Since you've bade me your crazy adieu
a good part of me reguards me detestible
in reflection of what i've left of you
Wooed, Sexed; ___susceptible to
dry up in the soul; como un guiro

A woman fallen apart,
beneath a wife and mother of five...
on top of a happy home
she's on the sneak from
for a place to plant her feet,
on the run, for a place to return from
...return from in one piece
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Tone.Are
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