Here is some more sleep deprived rambling if you would like to read it... this time on the topic of theater.
I think of it as a challenge for theater to become more inclusive in order to have as broad of an appeal as it did in Shakespeare's time, particularly in its representation of African Americans and other people of color.

Remember mama always said: where there’s a will there’s a way
Well I know that I’m no Shakespeare-So where’s the Will of today?
If the bougies had their way, do you know what you pay-
To sit and watch a performance from the Orchestra in Aisle K?
But what’s confusing’
Is theatre’s supposed to represent the issues our time right?
But the real people like the ones on stage are still in the back of the line right
While somebody getting rich by putting street issues in the limelight?
Violated the hood’s copyright but they don’t ever get the lines quite. Right?
To tell the truth it’s really not much better on TV
Tyler P sold 300 mil of his DVDs but not a single one to me
I just don’t see me
Where do I fit in? Where’s my character in those scenes?
Why don’t they tell the truth and bring some character to those scenes
Every since black performers came upon this scene
We been keen not to be too harsh when we criticize one another, know what I mean?
But to be thankful that at least one another exist
Cause without that stuff I don’t like I wouldn’t even be writing this
I just feel there’s a need for us to see what we look like for real
And theatre can be that vehicle not like an automobile
But like a method for our madness
Show us our sadness and our gladness
We can see when what we look like when we are at our very wackest
And then maybe the theatre is just a dying profession
But they proclaimed hip hop to be dead and you can see its resurrection
Same thing with that pesky N-word that we claimed to be dead and gone
Like one of the Bebes kids it’s like it multiplies in every song
But I coulda told you all along- there are some things people’ve learned to love like their own
It aint right, but how long do you continue to bitch and to moan?
Don’t want to leave it alone, just want to keep it moving
When’s the last time you met anyone who said they were part of a “movement”?
With such strong identities these days
We are afraid to indentify
And associate with associations that we would have to justify
To our top friends on MySpace and Facebook
We stop in our place to imagine how their face would look
When we tell them we are making real changes
You cannot find this in a book
Not even the kind you find in a presidential campaign brochure
Trying to move people who don’t move from computers all day can drive you insane for sure
So what part of it precisely do we have to reinvent
For those too obsessed with nice sneaks for their feet to pound the pavement?
To the strategists and producers and those with money everywhere
I dare you to show them the truth and you will reach them anywhere
Undress the mess that has made the craft passé
Lower ticket prices and open the gates to the Great White Way
Laugh with us and not at us and maybe we can find a way
To reinvigorate the theater: each performance, each play.

And suddenly it was the last day of the month, and she wondered where it went.
Been in the Apple for two years now, it was mostly time well spent
I’m well spent but still its 4 am and I’m awake
Nervous like on edge preparing for an earthquake
And tomorrow begins the month, but does it start a new day?
Wanting to see the finish line keeps her in the race, for today
But if we eliminate the race it’s just the running itself
We feel worthier with a cause than just doing it for the health
But she doesn’t feel too healthy without healthy insurance
Doesn’t feel too blessed without blessed assurance
When is the last time you prayed?
What about the last time you played?
What was the last thing you created and were proud that you made?
Would you like to journey with me to where the sidewalk ends?
Do something unconventional? Be more than just friends?
I should stop here
Not because I’m shy or that I fear
That everything just crumbles when I try to bring it near
Uh huh-
Off of me and you
And back to the world
Do it for the joy it brings
Cause I’m a joyful girl
And we try to keep it general
But then our feelings creep on in
In general the door is open for you to creep on in
And because its 4 am tomorrow I’ll be sleeping in
Well if I can cause the sunlight keeps peeking in
To my window like that Goodie Mob song
Some people know all along right where they belong
But for me I also like a little bit of trial and error
Take a leap of faith forward and maybe you’ll see it clearer
And it’s the end of one road, yet she wonders where she went
And taking the time to figure it out would be time misspent
Sure it feels like forever
But if you blink you’ll surely miss it
Try to live here in the moment before you knock it and you diss it
Go outside and just BE
Turn off your TV
Stop waiting for the revolution to come out on DVD
Love cannot be downloaded like an MP3
Can not be photo shopped like a JPG
It cannot be simply located with a few Google searches
It cannot be simply bought like an Amazon purchase
I should stop here
Not because I couldn’t go on forever with technology
Not because I’m thinking of what you and I could “prolly” be
Uh huh-
Change the topic of love
And get back to that girl
So these days everything is really changing in her world
Got the first black pres
But did you know Barack's daughters aint the First black girls?
Simply saying I was black before Obama was the POTUS
Its important that I support him
but yo you gotta know this
Is the first chapter in the history of our victory
So many causes out there
Just don't be forgetting me
Says my people who are still struggling in US
And beyond
Its beyond comprehension
How they can forget to mention
Genocide, AIDS Crisis, homicides with no convictions
Whole neighborhoods needing aid
But they got no conviction
Sick and tired of sick and tired
It’s like a different kind of itis
Not the kind that come from eating
But the kind that come from sleeping
On their issues
Extra extra just peep my latest issue
I’m concerned about citizens just being concerned citizens
and nothing else
If nothing else everyday just go learn something else
It’s not that I'm just saying grab a bootstrap and pull
Yea they’ll eat you alive
But everybody out there, they just trying to feel full
Not saying a lot of folk are not just full of themselves
But you just work hard as hell
If you do it do it well
If you come up against a wall
Give it hell until its fell
Dispel the mythical BS that will try to surround you
And if you need to come back down to earth
Come to me and I will ground you
So much talent is undiscovered
I just thank God that I found you
And like many I really don’t thank God enough and act tough
But no bluffing-I hope he thinks enough of me to hear my prayer
So now I bow my head, put down the pen, and send my thoughts up there