Not good enough, throw this away, crumpled up paper seems to stare at me as my thoughts go astray, nah maybe next verse or next poem I could use this, maybe in my sleep it will come to me, but for now I’m going to re-write this shit-sip this drink maybe that can get my creative juices to flow- ok let me try this and see how it goes- as a black girl-nah too played I’ve said that time and time before so if nobody knows I’m black they must be listening to my verses behind a closed door- let me see; skin as this nah this phrase I’m really not feeling it- here we go- sun rise-hell nah really not that into this- why do poets always have to sound or be so deep?- maybe that’s why in class I couldn’t focus because I had something chasing me-maybe that’s why I challenged my teachers because I was above them and they couldn’t see me?- Ms. Phifer take this and go to the Principal is what they use to say, but even when I got their I left him feeling like shit and he had nothing to say?- so I took his note and gave it back to her and said you see I’m not a smart ass- I just know that besides this book my history holds more!- maybe that’s the angle I could go for in this poem-Panther Party, Little known fact I wanted to be a Black Panther, skin not as dark as my roots, but in the words of Pac I ain’t mad at cha!- maybe I can write about how I dreamed of spitting in Bush’s fathers face, or the fact that Nixon, Regan, and Bush, Jr. were all racist made me go out at 9 and sneak my first bottle of mace, or the fact that Lincoln will always be my homie because he was the first white man noted to be shot because he freed NIGGAS like me!- now when I say Nigga don’t go clutching your pearls this word has many meanings it started off vulgar and meant to break the spirit of my homies, i.e. people who look like me- now a nigger was lynched and hung from ropes but my niggas have my back and rock gold chains that resemble ropes-not your average chick while these other broads hollering and screaming how they are the “baddest” I will use my real talent because beauty fades and as I get older with this talent while that partying and liquor has caught up to you I will still be the shit!- I like how this poem is starting to flow- take another sip of this drink and see where my pen goes-Aye man don’t get so touchy when I mention the things I do because if it wasn’t meant to be said God wouldn’t have used me to get this message to you-Don’t you love how rappers can say every degrading thing in the book, win an award, and then THANK GOD that he wrote that hook?- hahaha man I like this poem this is on point-let me take one more sip and write one more verse and see if by the end of this poem I can change your mind about Boss Lady and the lies you had to say- let’s see I’m a firm believer of the Panther Party, Geronimo Pratt, Matulu Shakur and that illumanti is real- oh wait let me scratch that because every time you mention them somebody gets killed- let me get this eraser and put it to use oh well these are my thoughts and everyone takes a loss at the end!-I got it this poem has come together and it time for me to start writing- maybe for X-mas I can go to Sharpie Headquarters so I never run out of pens…………..
Brittany “Boss Lady” Johnson
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