Like a firecracker she popped
in the hum of the slam joint
and spit a rhyme in hip hop.
Blond dreads in front of her face,
beating boyfriends behind her,
and the audience in front.
She stood like a commander.
Let me tell you - she told us -
in her slimly female voice
about hopping freight cars
and camping on the bus.
The cops busted her in Boulder
and her dad came from Jersey
to bail her out
from what she didn't say.
This one spit
uttered the ecstasy of a girl
who could not speak
but sing.
