I’ve been told I’m a rude one.
And yes. You’re right. I most definitely can be.
But like the scrub you are
I just brush ya micro aggressions off me.
But what I can’t stand,
What I can’t swerve off,
Is this insatiable need for you to test me,
Looking to get a reaction out of me,
Cuz you think I won’t give you one.
So how about I do this.
Why don’t I take the next 5 minutes
To stare at you over these shades
So you can read my distaste.
Why don’t I take the next 5 minutes to cock my head so effortlessly to the side,
Causing all this flawless hair
To wrap around my right
So you can see the exposure of my jugular;
Blood vessel pumpin
Like the savage I’m about to become.
Why don’t I take the next 5 minutes after that
To go off on the ill mannered, self absorbed,
Self entitled child ya mama raised you to be.
Yes I brought ya mama in it. I’ll talk about ya daddy too,
Cuz clearly the lack of respect for womyn
Was high on his priority list;
Look how it rubbed off you.
Go buck up ya chest to the next one
I’ll come for the jugular;
Understand I’m tiny.
I waste no time in trynna fight you;
I’ll end you, ‘nuf said.
I used to think white people
Acting on their privilege got on my nerves,
But ya Hella confused light skinned,
White passing, boogie Mo’fos be tryin it.
Just as annoying, in need of getting your life
And realize you ain’t no better than the rest.
Understand I neva said less but certainly ain’t no betta.
Wanna be down when it’s convenient;
But ready to claim colonizers blood when being black don’t seem trendy enough, sexy enough, lit enough;
Swallow all ya internalized noise
And cut it.