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I don’t know what to say about females these days

Don’t get me wrong,

I love me and every other sister I see,

But there are some things that puzzle me

I don’t know why,

But some females seemed satisfied with just getting by.

I mean, I know no one’s life is perfect

It’s just that a good thing will come if and when you deserve it

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

And no one seems to know how to work it

More and more sisters I see are more concerned

With that man and showing him how they twurk it.

See this is their plan to achieve that ultimate dream…

There’s no need to be independent, a man is all they need

More mesmerized by a life glamorized by greed

And the saddest part is that these are

My sisters who have already birthed seeds.

Don’t get me wrong,

It is nice to have man who gives you things

But what does it matter if you’re not really his queen?

And it is here that our cipher begins,

90 from momma who doesn’t want or need to work for herself

She’s traded all her ambition and drive for those

19 diamond clusters in that dusty box on the shelf

90 from daddy whom our baby sister doesn’t know

Momma says it doesn’t matter because to him she’s just a hoe

90 degrees from the neo momma and seed depend on for now

Oh he’s nice because he treats momma so right,

Not to mention he gives her money on the lights

And now 90 degrees to our little sister

Raised around dependency, hatred, and jealousy,

You must know that her childhood was a mere façade you see

Her only primary colors were momma’s hair weaves

So do we need to wonder why when our females reach their teens

That they’re more caught up in how they look

In those tight ass jeans?

Already a warped sense of reality of what life should be

A life shaped and molded on total dependency.







Robyn V. Evans

07/08/02