Hoodie SZN
Black girl
in jiu jitsu.
Mask on,
moving swift
through
our broken reality.
//
I guess now we know
the meaning of chastity-
tucked from head to toe
like I got gats on me.
But they set traps on us,
and I got straps on me.
And I got sass on me,
and I write classily.
But in reality-
//
It is I
who fret the girls
and all the guys.
I call it tragedy-
a bunch of lazy loiterers.
I’m a ninja warrior
amongst a bunch of story-ers.
//
Like crack rock,
they exploiting us.
See-
“pandemic”
is their weapon
of mass destruction.
And
I
declare
war
on them.
//
Yeah, I want smoke wit ’em.
Yeah, I’m gon poke wit ’em.
With this “COVID-19” spell,
they don’t even need 12.
//
Niggas still blind.
And they still can’t read Braille,
or in between the lines-
no attention to detail.
I still be cruising ’round town
with my Chanel
and my weed smell.
Known to keep it on me,
but it’s just for the detail-
and for when hoes need shells.
//
Single Black female,
addicted to retail-
iation.
Got me stationed like a geisha
in my sanctuary.
I feel alone,
and this Corona shit
is getting scary.
//
Wrote some new shit-
I heard it’s flames.
I hope they got machetes.
Ready for war?
No.
I can’t die.
I’m just
too
legendary.