I'm a fan of Christopher Columbus
I want to find a spice route too
They've got a substitute for sugar
I want a substitute for you
I'm gonna ride those trade winds
Find gold in El Dorado too
They've got MasterCards for money
I need a substitute for you
My feet at night
Are so cold
I tell you they're turning blue
They have a substitute for coal oil
I'll buy a substitute for you
Some things are real though most things
Really don't be true
They got a substitute for the truth
But a lie right now won't do
You let me think you loved me
Luckily I can't sue
With work and play we drifted
I'm requesting something new
I'm not saying
This is nice
There's a crack
That love fell through
I'm just saying
What we had is gone
I need a substitute
For you..
Nikki Giovanni
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I PROVIDE
I am the stretch
The scratch
The way your shoulders
Shrug off sleep
I am the first note
of the song you sing
The first beat
Of the rhythm you tap
The only high note
You reach
I am the ink
On your newspaper
The grounds
That make your coffee
The Bread
That you will toast
I am your shoelaces
For your run
The towel for your sweat
The seat you recline against
As you catch your breath
I am the salt in your stew
The butter in which you scramble your eggs
The apples that flavor your yogurt
I am the wish
On the flames of your candles
When they sing "Happy Birthday"
Blow me, baby
I am yours
Everything you need I provide
Now tell me
Why
You're not happy
Nikki Giovanni
**Ladies and Gentlemen....you can't create love- It creates itself and cannot be hidden once it has arrived!
The scratch
The way your shoulders
Shrug off sleep
I am the first note
of the song you sing
The first beat
Of the rhythm you tap
The only high note
You reach
I am the ink
On your newspaper
The grounds
That make your coffee
The Bread
That you will toast
I am your shoelaces
For your run
The towel for your sweat
The seat you recline against
As you catch your breath
I am the salt in your stew
The butter in which you scramble your eggs
The apples that flavor your yogurt
I am the wish
On the flames of your candles
When they sing "Happy Birthday"
Blow me, baby
I am yours
Everything you need I provide
Now tell me
Why
You're not happy
Nikki Giovanni
**Ladies and Gentlemen....you can't create love- It creates itself and cannot be hidden once it has arrived!
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