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If I had a dime for everytime I heard my
                              SISTA SPEAK..








          The war cry of the masses                             On a pedestal
          The female                                            Praised for her presence on this earth
          Made in God’s image                                   She so wishes
          A mother                                              The reality of this fable
          A wife                                                Is not a Cinderella tale
          A sister                                              The shoe she left on stairs
          An Auntie                                             Has  the  same  velocity  when  fired  as  a  sawed  shotgun
          A niece                                               blast
          She is an equal                                       BANG!
          Her brain works the same as any man                   Point blank range to her head
          She is the glue in any type of situation              Man from her view of life
          SHE                                                   Its easier to just die…DEAD!
          Holding it down, the best way she know how            If I had a dime for every time I heard my Brotha Speak…
          Making a way out of no way                            Halleluiah and Amen
          A magician with hardly any recognition, no Penn  & Teller  From birth to eighteen
          BUT IF YOU                                            On a sacred path
          Give her five kids,                                   In search of answers of what does it mean to really live?
           A part- time job making minimum wage and a           His past is threatening his future
          sometimey mate,                                       He was privileged,
           Who BY THE WAY                                       Born with a rusty spoon in his mouth
          Claim to fame is making a high score on the kid’s video   Cars, clothes, money, rats and roaches
          game                                                  Five siblings plus self in one bedroom
          She will return a meal                                Sharing one King sized mattress
          Shelter                                               Two blankets and one pillow
          Be Momma to a chronologically grown individual        Once you got up to go pee
          And still somehow                                     Lost your space
          Make a dollar outta 15 cent                           Come back to
          If I had a dime for every time I heard my Sista Speak…   Sleep next the one that is not potty trained
          Beat down for thinking, dreaming, and reading         Baby Soggy Bottoms
          Domestic violence at an all-time high                 Nicknamed stuck till he was struck down in his prime
          She suffers from PTSD                                 Aged 9
          All her life she had to fight                         Outside playing tag
          Just once she wants to relax relate release           Shot by a bullet, no name attached
          Dress up,                                             Police said they were sorry,
          Get her hair “did”                                    Uncle Stepdaddy was the target
          Feel pretty and appreciated                           I guess Soggy Bottoms prayers were answered that day
          Be the envy of her few friends                        He got to escape the sexual abuse he prayed to end
          Cuz                                                   Go home to God
          She knows and feels she is the queen to her king      Uncle Stepdaddy
          Respected to the fullest                              His fate for rape


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