Piece of Mind

Nena, what do I do when I can't get to sleep
When I can't find my peace
When the blood seeps down my thighs like boiling battery acid
And flaccid phantoms force their way in
When do I find my peace
His piece of ass
Masked by the smell of three month old menstrual mud mixed in seaman
How do I fight the demons that penetrate me in my sleep
The monsters that keep creeping under my bed
Nena you said my strength is in my peace
But my insomnia never cease
When I see beast every time I close my eyes
While you sleep like you got a tech nine between your thighs
Realize you gotta stay strapped
Stay strapped
Stay strapped for your protections
I thought you were talking about plastic
But now I know that you know that the boogie man's magic was real
You said "never let another man control the way you feel."
"Your strength is in your piece
"but your piece is made of steal"
She said, "Don't ever let them catch you sleeping
Because you never know when you have to kill"
At eight I slept with one eye open
And a razor blade in my grill
Nena he wants to steal my song
But not the song that's in my head
He wants to steal the poetry percolating between my legs
"Baby sleep when you're dead"
I wonder if she's resting now
Somebody wake her up and ask her now do I control
This heat against my thighs
What do I do when I get hot
When his lies have spoiled my panties
And all I can smell is his molded rot
I can't wash well enough to get off this funk
He said I stunk like dead baby plasma
My orgasms felt like a fetus
Who can I ask to forgive me for my sins
When God has already deemed my womb poison
My strength is in my woman
My woman is pulsing hot
But all I know is woes and men
And this heat loaded and cocked
Nena take off the child safety lock
We have a lot to unload
Click clack
Let grandma tell you a story
So you can sleep better as you get old
Click clack
"Unwed mothers ain't welcome in this house"
Click clack
"Your choice - your rapist or your spouse"
Click clack
"How come this house ain't clean"
Click clack
"Keep rattling your trap - I'll show you mean"
Click Clack
"You ain't got no job - least keep the kids in line."
Click clack
"Honey, not tonight - I'm not feeling good this time."
Click clack
"Bitch, who told you - you had something to say."
Click clack
"George, don't put your hands on me that way"
Click clack
"I don't want your old ass pussy no way."
Click clack
"She's only eight, just let her play"
Click clack
"Don't touch my baby!"
Click clack
"Get off my baby!"
Click clack
"That's my baby!"
Click clack

Baby, Never put your gun down
Because you never know when you have to use it
Never take your hand off the trigger
Because you never know when you have to shoot it
Sometimes the bullets of your past are so heavy
You have to unload just to get through it
Click clack
Click clack
Click clack

But what do you do when the gunshots are too loud to pray
When you lay in bed and the blazing bullets sound like your screams
I wake up to rounds that seem to reek louder than my tears
Nena sleeps like she has a tech nine between her thighs
Because that's the way she fights her nightmares

Nena, What do you do when the world wages war against your womb
She said, "Never assume that their war is stronger then your piece"
Sleep is just death's compromise
And always keep that tech nine between your thighs

Written By Nitche Ward
The Original Woman
Finished May 2007