Young Yeye'

Young girl,sweet sixteen Struttin' down the neighborhood block Keys ready in one hand School books in the other Inhailing the soul food smells of Chittlins, Gumbo, Cheeba, N' day old trash While front lawns are covered with drugheads on the grass Peepin' the street doctors across the street Callin' forth the street patients to get their daily feed As the sun beats on her cornbread skin And the hairs from her long ponytail surrender to the ass end of the day Rushin' to get to her front door Tryin' to avoid the liquor infested men on her way Always strikin' a reason to holla' at a young tenda' "Hey, Due'Wa...sure do love the way you gracefully stride down the street like the stallion you are." When you gonna' let me do your "woman-profile" so you can stop bein' that cymalac child?" Ole' girl knows the routine of her after-school life Lil' man, house chores, then homework Mamma'll be home soon to rest her tired body From the work place of loddy-doddies Girl gotta' do what a girl gotta' do To stay out the system But to keep her ass in school Got visions n' goals to be somethin' spectacular Can't live the life of tricks n' hoes Indulgin' in ghetto conversations of what they call...vernacular Sistah got plans To move outta' the ghetto and to raise a strong black man "Dear Lord, I give thanks for another day, my momma', and my child. Bless us with good sleep, guidence and a place in heaven when our lives here are done. Do somethin' positive with me and my son on this life-filled journey... cause' I know it's just begun for alot lies before me. In Jesus name Amen" Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 08:49 AM PST   0 • 10