Women’s History Month is coming. In honor of womanhood, here is a poem:
Lunar Orbit:
Like how the moon showcases in the night sky I have many faces, I have many phases
Waxing Crescent: I bake sweet bread Waning Crescent : I tend to the dead First Quarter: I am nun, right hand on my hymnal Third Quarter: I am a sex symbol Waxing Gibbons: I eat men for breakfast Waning Gibbons: I wear their name on a necklace Full Moon: I am the world's poet laureate! New Moon: I am the world’s biggest delinquent!
me and my mother were watching the grammy’s. i told my mother that she would see me accept the “song of the year” award for songwriting. in part i was joking and in part i was serious. in my notebook, there is a section called “spirituals” dedicated to songs.
favorite songwriters:
prince
babyface
king david (wrote half of the psalms)
king solomon (wrote the other half and the song of solomon)
ever since nicki minaj and megan thee stallion were going back and forth. i’ve been writing lil’ rap bars here and there. i even wrote a diss nicki could use against meg. i should of sent it to her so she wouldn’t have released that tired diss. i told one of my friends that i would love to be a female rapper’s ghostwriter.
my raps are…explicit lol. here is a taste of one that is
Let me tell you about one night in November
But the air was so heavy you would think in was still September
Time stood still, going for 21 nights of pleasure
Tale of a boy who meets a girl
And a girl who meets the world
Ready, set, go!
You see I'm used to being showered with diamonds and pearls
By Bustas who talk a good game but true colors make ya hurl
Everything they could do, I could do better!
Before then I was in a desert
But I kept my Oasis far away from buzzards
I took time off when I had my daughter
Gone through the mud with my baby father
But the my homegirl Hayden came and said
It's time to open that watering hole for a real tiger
I met this ham off the gram' fine Shawty
Skin like honey dew, hair like linen
Like the girls say its givin'
Shit slung like Bratwurst, sung like a canary
Breath sweet as a starburst, specifically the cherry
that scene in latto’s “sunday service” where she’s handed the birkin bags is so fire, just fyi. i might post more raps in the future, just know:
funnily enough, you can thank prince for the creation of these advisories.
Suede and Sunshade 