Leave her earrings on the bed
they’ve already been seen…
don’t even try to justify,
I’ll only kick and scream!Yo hungry ass is full of grass
this shit you talk ain’t gon’pass
So pack yo bags at least for tonight,
stay another moment, and you’re in for a fight!How dare you tell me this ain’t right?!
I’m not the one screwing a ho with slippery fingers!
confusing ma home for hers
using ma bed as a dresser!O ‘n’ this AIN’T the first time I seen!
she knows I know, coz lately she left me her VS-panties
Its the silence she cain’t stand
wanting me to come FIGHT for ma man!But see, what she don’t understand is
a Queen ALWAYS knows where she stands
I am the madam; she is the maid
I get home to love and respect; her scanky ass gets laid!So run along to yo little girlfrien’
and feel free to tell’er all I said
and when the shit you’ve pulled, you realize
THEN crawl on back home and apologize!
Tag: black woman
The African “She”
Chocolate, porcelain skinned sister,
daughter to the African earth
Nappy haired diva,
I pray She knows her worth
Embodiment of Soul and Spirit,
queen, commoner, slave-girl alike
Her brownness is “AFRICA” whether bound or free,
She bears Kush’s culture; Nubia’s history
She is a cluster of many shades,
Copper, Coco and Coffee; Chocolatey-milk and Ebony
No matter where her birth, She remains Africa’s trophy
She bears the “Dark Continent” in her womb wherever She may be,
Those child bearing hips of hers are Mother Africa’s Eternity.
©2012 Festivalking
Festival King 