She walks down the streets
In the dark of night
Brazen head held aloft
Thick make-up layering her face.
You can tell by her swagger
She ain’t just any ordinary girl.
She’s armed and dangerous,
Prey in sight, she’s going for the kill.
So you say you want summa that?
Well she’s fierce
And you gots to be fiercer
If you plan on taming that tiger.
Tough talk
Sharp claws,
Little black dress
Showin’ legs that could snap a neck in two.
Damn straight
She mean business.
Don’t mess around
Boy you need to come betta!
As for you neat little girls,
Livin your neat little lives,
In yo mamma’s perfect little kitchen
Paid for by daddy’s five-figure salary,
Don’t be too quick to judge.
I know you ain’t lookin down
The end o’ yo nose at her.
(Oh no she di’n’t!)
Before you start dealing out
Your ignorant, uninformed sentences
You just might want to listen to her story.
And if you’re really as smart as you say,
You’ll realize on any given day,
The car you drivin’ could easily swerve into her lane
On the thinnest patch of ice.
And if you listen,
You might learn a thing or two
About life,
About love,
About generosity,
About true piety…
…And who knows,
You just might learn a thing or two…
…About your husband!
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