Spoken Word Artist, promoter, host, activist, revolutionary, student, teacher, parent, artivist, lawyer, superpoet… The Original Woman has been given many titles. The most appropriate... People's Soldier.
Soldier? Yes... Soldier. The Original Woman has been fighting from conception. What happens to a seven year old who has to fight her parent's crack cocaine addiction? What happens to a child forced to fight the prison industrial complex or watch her parents become victims of the criminal justice slave trade.
What happens to a child told that everything about them was ugly? What happens to a "statistic" who becomes pregnant at 15, and aborts five pregnancies by her abusers by the time she turns 20? What happens to a classified habitual criminal, who becomes so disgusted with the legal system she becomes an attorney? What happens to a sexual assault victim who confronts their rapist? What happens... They become a people's soldier. They become a poet. They become The Original Woman.
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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
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