my IQ

when i was four years old

they tried to test my i.Q.

they showed me a picture

of 3 oranges and a pear

they said,

which one is different?

it does not belong

they taught me different is wrong

but when i was 13 years old

i woke up one morning

thighs covered in blood

like a war

like a warning

that i live in a breakable takeable body

an ever-increasingly valuable body

that a woman had come in the night to replace me

deface me


my body is borrowed

yeah, i got it on loan

for the time in between my mom and some maggots

i don’t need anyone to hold me

i can hold my own

i got highways for stretchmarks

see where i’ve grown

i sing sometimes

like my life is at stake

’cause you’re only as loud

as the noises you make

i’m learning to laugh as hard

as i can listen

’cause silence

is violence

in women and poor people

if more people were screaming then i could relax

but a good brain ain’t diddley

if you don’t have the facts

we live in a breakable takeable world

an ever available possible world

and we can make music

like we can make do

genius is in a back beat

backseat to nothing if you’re dancing

especially something stupid

like i.Q.

for every lie i unlearn

i learn something new

i sing sometimes for the war that i fight

’cause every tool is a weapon –

if you hold it right.

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