After 28 years, can’t believe y’all broke up
& the sum of all fears, was the reason I was stuck
I remember the time that Something About Love
got me through an unrequited crush
I shelved all my lust, opened up the book
started writing all the feelings that was piling under dust
filing the experience, with scientific precision
my heart is not experiment, from a sentence to a hook
what I held for a woman. who just wanted back rubs
had to say what I endured, forget a vow of silence
morphed into violence, man in the mirror, moonwalked outta hiding
Interstella 5555 shit, a helmet & a suit, fingers electronic
needed a healing potion, your music was my tonic
vulnerability is not a weakness
but a certificate of my completion
of a course called Self Love 101
past so beat like da power from the sun
plaque on teeth gold as medals that I won
smash into pieces puzzled into art
snatched & releasing struggle I’mma soar
I wrote so many poems
the center for student media published what I toiled
planted a seed, like a metaphor for me, rooted in the soil
thoughts scattered like dandelion, listen to me roar
mid atlantic southeast stand up & keep sowing
a path for healing, from sadness & moping to laughing & joking
til knots in our guts are caterpillars casted
as butterflies open, Da Drum, Da Clap, Da Rap, Da Funk
of a tandem space travel memorandum Thank You Daft Punk
This is my devotion, my spirit is in motion, the rhythm is an ocean
Oh Shit!
A creative and collaborative effort by Rob and Professor Ant coming out of Richmond, VA. A reflection of how we continue inspire and push each other's creative limits. ROBALUTION!