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When I was four years old they tried to test my I.Q. They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear. They said, "Which one is different? It does not belong." They taught me different was wrong. But when I was 13 years old, I woke up one morning, thighs covered in blood like a war - like a warning - that I live in a breakable, takeable body, an ever increasingly valuable body; that a woman had come in the night to replace me, deface me. See, my body is borrowed, yeah, I got it on loan for the time in between my mom and some maggots. I don't need anyone to hold me, I can hold my own. I've got highways for stretchmarks - see where I've grown. I sing sometimes like my life is at stake, 'cause you're only as loud as the noises you make. I'm learning to laugh as hard as i can listen 'cause silence is violence, in women and poor people. If more people were screaming then I could relax. But a good brain ain't diddley if you don't have the facts. We live in a breakable, takeable world, an ever available possible world. And we can make music like we can make due. Genius is in a back beat backseat to nothing if you're dancing, especially something stupid like I.Q. For every lie I unlearn, I learn something new. I sing sometimes for the war that I fight, 'cause every tool is a weapon - if you hold it right.