Hmm.*

There was this chick.
Called herself a poet.
And she damn sure had a way with
words to the point where she
moved me. You know?
Had me sitting there listening
intently. Watching her speak
was mesmerizing, like the
first time you hear a rapper
kill a verse over a sick instrumental.
She had me wondering why I
couldn't put the words together and get
my thoughts organized like hers.
I then I got it.
I was holding myself back to the
point where I clouded my own damn
vision. Fucked in the brain by niggas
and bitches that can't understand where
my crazy ass thoughts are from.
See, this chick that I mentioned,
she caught my fucking attention
by saying that niggas ain't shit
but bitches with dicks and I felt that.
Shit, if bitches had dicks, that would be the life.
Niggas wouldn't have the power they have
and bitches wouldn't be taken advantage of.