Category: Poetry
Objectified
“What’s poppin? Don’t mind me just watchin” Eyes on her since she walked in Often seen as a sex object. a new prospect. Wondering when she gonna drop dat They say “Shawty…got…a…big…ol…butt” They thirsty Harassing the girl on her fitness journey Blurting out things like … Continue readingObjectified
That’s a good boy
I’ve heard it my whole life. “You’re not like the other ones you’re different. Friendly, well spoke, a real go getter.” But subconsciously and maybe unknowingly what they’re really saying is “You’re not like those other Niggers.”