Hold-up. Wait-a-minute.
Tell me, whose play is this, yours or mine?
This ain’t no act baby, this, and I mean this, is the real deal.
You? You are the actor, or is it actress?, whatever the correct political phrase be, you are acting in another man’s play. Yes you Missy Mistress, in another’s man’s play.
Give up your act. Own it, be it, live it, and Just Be’ing. Just Be’ing… you.
Adding life to art. Remember when we (meaning ‘me’) came up with (meaning ‘stole’) ‘Life, like art is a process.’ All I did was add ‘Life’. I added ‘Life’.
Hold-up. Wait, one minute.
Where you going, why are you walking away? I ain’t finished yet! My brother, my sister, I ain’t finished! Let ‘dem real men speak. Let…dem…speak! Let them Just Be’ing
Hold-up. Wait-a-minute.
Is it me, or maybe something I said? Is it my top billing? My owning this, ‘this’ being my stage? I knew it, I knew it!
I.
Knew.
It.
Well you need to step-aside, step-aside and Just Be’Step’ing
to
the
side.
Stepping to be. Stepping to just be. Stepping to just be anything. But please. Please! Please stop wanting to be… just me.