#dcpoems

Everyone is so obsessed with thee outside.

Excuse me, young man who's asking for my hand:

Do you even know my middle name?

Do you know the burdens I've buried in the depths of my soul?

Do you even know my birthday?

You're just another fan gasping at my cute little ass.

My blessed full lips and curvy thighs.

You're just another victim of my heartbreak.

you don't even know me.

Do you know my mamas pain? Because in me she lives.

Do you know my mamas maiden name? Do you even know she's forgotten it?

Do you know my womanhood? My ancestors is my womb.

You're just another Al Capone cigar I've smoked and tossed away.

The butt of what we had is no longer what you can grasp

our flame is long gone, baby.

And the funny part is, you don't even know.

Do you know my father's war? Because his pride gives me courage.

Do you know my grandpappy's strength? Because he is the only big gun.

Do you know the wisdom of the chiefs? My ancestors are who I am.

You're just another face out of millions of those who can't even look me in my eyes.

The trenches of my bodily ocean do not belong to you baby,

you can't even swim.

i don't have a life jacket to loan you.

You don't even know what lies at the bottom of my queenly kingdom.

You don't know me on the inside, playa.

Okay... So you feeling me...

I can dig that.

But since you don't know me, how can you say you love a stranger?

How could you uter across your lips your obession with my outside.

You anxious to get inside but you living out my mind?

You're unaware of what's truly in there because you thinking bout the fact that I ain't got no drawls on.

What's more important: that shit don't even matter, g.

I see you are not the same but...

You thinking bout what you've lost like you can win it back.

Been there, done that. Rode back on fo' flats.

You still rollin...

Feel me?

I don't need no halves of somebody else's whole.

I got a half that makes ME whole.