I'm all over the place
in my dreams with cries
and whispers on my bed
Against the hard headboard
my man likes when my screams
make our neighbors think twice
Maybe love unlike rape
isn't pure violence
but our sex feels that way
Ask me if I regret
hooking up in the dark
every night getting fed
Leftovers all sloppy
seconds stinking like week
old fish no I don't mind
Leave it to some beaver
to build dams between me
and my man if his hands
On another woman
earlier in the day
I got him drunk at night
Very much I enjoy
my drunk bitch ass nigger
bringing me home fried rice
Even if his dick smells
like some woman's pussy
I might know everyday
Real men need to feel loved
by more than one woman
with or without a glove
Turn a blind eye they say
he must experience
women I feel unkind
He has needs I have mine
sometimes he smells of ass
sometimes he makes demands
Eyes on the prize he looks
at both women and men
sometimes we argue fight
Play as if I'm worthless
no better than a whore
a kept woman too poor
Literally to leave
living like trailer park
white trash once you go black
Ask yourself if this life
is what you always thought
possible Lord above
Call me to pay respect
to brothers and sisters
if I must just to score
Equally well on tests
my man demands I take
to give head and buy smack
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