Geoff+Volcovici+2008

I was painting garbage on the outside walls to prove that I express all the feelings They say I pent up And they called it garbage Because it lacks the beauty Of a canvas. Not simple enough, So art it is not. So let me tell you, I was through Being lovely When I compromised Feeling natural. And, I didn’t even know what that meant ‘til a frizzy-haired girl named Nikki introduced me to Angela, Who was more hair than head. That word is still unknown To its origin and meaning And that’s why we are the same And I made that me. But, I was so taken with the idea that the world was mine That I swore on the bones of Robeson I would take it & squeeze the backhanded, double-sided, two-winged evil out the world. The systematic man would learn That without the trees Money wouldn’t grow. The intrinsic value will be as valuable to you As when you’re dead. That minute will commence The inauguration of so many colors It will be as if Venezuela itself Had a baby But, it won’t matter Because where I stand, in true Colbert-fashion, That’s not what we’ll see So, in her blood and mine I spray the declaration of these leaders of a new school I was here
 * //I Was Here//**