An Ode to Hip-Hop

I met her on a Saturday...

She was a dark-haired
Wild-eyed goddess who
Captivated the hearts of all those that looked her way
Wooing respect with every click of her heels

It was her confidence that won my heart
My quick wit that stole her attention
And we began---

To beat box
To freestyle
To flow
Simply melt into the afterglow of
Mental stimulation

Our situation was ripe for revolution
Filled with haters...spectators
But she was really digging me and
She knew I felt her too
And we began---

To rock
To roll
To mingle
Simply marinate raw talent with a trained ear

We communicated well,
She and I
And we redesigned perception into an art of listening
To be more than catchy
More than deep...

...we made passion
Foreplay with everyday words...
Intensity

The bond was so strong, nothing else even mattered
Because she was really digging me and
She knew I felt her too
I talked about her wherever I'd go

By showering others with her praises---
Attesting to how having her in my life was a
Blessing because of the consciousness
Her companionship raises
I. Had. Them. Hooked.

At first, she would just nod and humbly look
But one day, she strayed from my side
And we began---

To battle
To belittle
To set a stage
Simply front like everything remained the same

We went from original to mainstream
Where the size of the ring meant more
Than the symbolism of the wedding ring

Suddenly, my wild-eyed goddess said
She just wanted to be a queen
To rule and not say anything

At first, I couldn't understand what went wrong,
But it was evident my lyrics were no longer the ones
To her favorite love song
And we began---

To entourage
To groupie
To mock
Simply look for self-acceptance
In all the wrong places

Still, I couldn't stop sharing my story
And one day, "he" wanted to know her for himself
She was really digging me and
She knew I felt her too
Somehow slipped her mind to let "him" know though

And now, we're gone...

I don't mean to sound common,
It's just that I used to love her

No matter how much I try---

To reinvent her
To save her
To simply forget her because of what she's become,
I still remember,

I met her on a Saturday...