What's The 411

Like Mary J. Blige's first joint    
whisper a sweet thing
til I reminisce      
so what's the 411 hun    
what's the 4.1.1    
yeah you got it going on    
I know you got it going on    
   
we embrace in my waking thoughts  
and I'm reminded of your swagger    
so beautiful, if happiness was a person  
   
She'd encompass every royal attribute  
of the very first female Pharaoh,  
whose surprising intro into the modern age  
famously elevated and
made envious of Caucasian women    
   
She'd play and sound like
a rag time Broadway musical  
filled with songs sung by
sweet mama string bean,  
authentic, emotional and
moving  
 
She'd be stealthy
as a World War two and
Cold War espionage agent  
fleeing emotional and
psychological trauma from
past relationships  
finding stability and happiness
safety and freedom from restraint  
in the welcoming loving and
soothing arms in the country of me.  
 
She'd be the reincarnation of
that beautiful talented dancer and singer  
who stirred up a frenzy worldwide
with her sensational performance  
wearing a skirt made from bananas at
the Folies Bergère in Paris, France.  
 
I'd paint an intimate portrait,  
a mirror reflection of
the first black woman astronaut
to traverse the stars and heavens  
   
damn!
I revisit those moments often    
the changes I've been going through    
I feel overwhelming flushes of euphoria and
I don't want to do anything to cease    
so I rush, rush as if tomorrow may never cum    
rush as if I were songs titled real love and
love no limit    
but then I slow down my thoughts,
actions and sounds    
     
monologuing      
"what should I do now
what should I say to her      
should I leave a message and
ask what's the 411"    
then I hear your voice in my head saying
"my love, don't rush, don't rush"