My first time at this site, Sunday Scribblings. We were challenged to think up our own super power and then write a poem. Start the rhythm track and get ready to rap!!!

VOLUME CONTROL GRRRRRL (the rap you wish was true)

Sidewalk café, we’re having a bite
Big fat Hummer pulls up at the light
White kid low in the driver’s seat
Windows up but you can feel the beat

“F* F* motherf*in bitch ho bling”
Don’t you hate it when the singer can’t sing
Flick of my wrist, there goes the sound
One more nuisance off my merry-go-round

I’m Volume Control Grrrrrl
Volume Control Grrrrrl
Turn it down to low, girl
I’m Volume Control Grrrrrl

Down the block, the lawn boy’s at work
He looks like a hottie but he’s kind of a jerk
Six am, already gunnin’ the mower
Then he’s goin’ at it with the damned leaf blower

We’re trying to sleep here, the neighbors yell
It’s Saturday morning, so what the hell?
He can’t hear cause he’s got an IPod
I throw back my curtain, they say, “Oh, thank God, it’s

“Volume Control Grrrrrl
Volume Control Grrrrrl”
The neighbors say, “Go, girl
She’s Volume Control Grrrrrl”

Superpowers came easy to me
Started shutting people up when I was only three
Big sister sassin’ at my mom and then
WHAM! She went mute, never talked again

Now I’m the scourge of the city street
Cell phone shouters, they can feel my heart
Don’t turn up the CD til your windows shake
Cause Volume Grrrrrrl won’t give you a break

I’m Volume Control Grrrrrl
Volume Control Grrrrrl
Turn it down to low, girl
I’m Volume Control Grrrrrrl

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

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