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When my contents seem empty Don’t simply Toss my existence away If you replenish my inner state I’ll rejuvenate Continuing many a day

Outside The Boxx (What's Inside)

This is the initial version of what later evolved into the spoken word poems "Stop Callin' Me"

A mixed heritage   although surprised  was a blessing  in disguise I’ve come a long way    since the questions of my youth Looking back at the fear and insecurities   I realize I require no proof For whatever shade I appear    I’ll still resemble the goof What’s my “gimmick”  what should the public see Isn’t it enough for them to see just me If I’m not all that, and my image is in the worst case Then just what the f**k did they see in me in the first place Was I shot by Polaroid in the dead of the night The color having faded  yet no gray in sight Am I  4 by 6  or 8 by 10 am I not now  as I was then ? Am I VHS  or digital video’s height  Can I make the big screen   1940 - 35 mm delight Am I really that simple  could I be  black and white If I used Technicolor  In 2003      on DVD  Would I then have the capability  to project  the color of me PLEASE  I listened wisely to the poetess prophets of my day You can sing if you’re the caged bird  and they may never change your way But you cannot stop what some people think   nor the ship in which they sink Opinions are like assholes if you start sniffing around  you gonna find some that stink The hill that must be overcome  had to first be experienced  before one could teach Those of us who  LISTEN   can discern the meaning of what will eventually reach They finish you and I by ranking  they conclude us within their own hierarchy The big money    the shopping spree the heavy weight of paying the fee The beginning of control over what  WE touch smell  taste  hear   see   The end of you         the end of me  the end of us     The - End - Us – Tree I’m not concerned with what they think  or how they label Go on ahead it’s not ME  making them tell my fable I’m aware  personally of where MY heart is at But do I really think other’s listening can discern that When they hear what I’m saying  what does that tell them about what they hear and see It may say even less  of what they think  YOU  THINK    about    ME And if you realize that fallacy  then I will know you are truly  LISTENING to me And I will no longer worry about what image I fall in Or whatever title it is that someone chooses to call it In order to climb outside of the box    we must stretch far and wide And realize the answer already lies within  we need not search for what’s inside Copyright 2002 (Elizabeth Anne) FunkyButtMonkeeMusic, INC (BMI)