Neatly woven dreadlocks lifted and fell around her plush ebony features like sea anemones—soft and weightless. She clutched the mic, moving to the music. “Check, check,â€? she began.

Devil’s are selfish
Self conscious
And can’t help it
I find therapy within my felt tip
As I confess myself I progress myself
And bless myself
Everytime that I express myself

People were stunned by her spoken prose—hushed in awe.

The crowd starts to converse
As lyrics start to immerse
The earth starts to reverse
And stars start to burst…

The crowd began dancing and cheering, raising their drinks in the air.

With the assistance of a sentence
I can go the distance
And escape the limits of my own five senses…

An earth born intelligence emanated from her. Her movements were intensified by the sweat on her face, lit up under the stage lights.

So let me mention
I create lyrics so deep they can’t be written on paper without a third dimension…

She was a hip hop goddess by night’s end.