I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women

Do we hate our women?

I think its time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women

Be real to our women

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women

Do we hate our women?

I think its time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women

Be real to our women

Kindergarten years of gumball shaped hair ties that connected those long braids to her hot pink Barbie book bag with the silver zipper on the side

Don’t forget about those light up sneakers

His teenage mutant ninja turtle backpack had a green zipper and his dark and thick kinky hair

That would always get in everyone’s way except hers

The alphabet carpet was their souls’ dwelling place at snack time. She would always share her popcorn and him his Kraft’s cheese and breadsticks

Elementary school passed

Middle school flew

High school was brand new

She let out that long Nile like flow of hair

That breezed passed her new hourglass shape

He had grown into a misshapen rotund weirdling

She didn’t know but her sweater heart had snagged itself onto vanities fence

He wanted to unhook her

Show her what real beauty was

That day in kindergarten

Father Tupac time tells him- keep ya head up

Walking past vanities fence are beauties legs laying on the ground covered in sneaker dirt marked with failed youth

Short pink skirt resting along once clean white panties tainted with the product of penetrated hate

His feet couldn’t catch up

With the juice of his heart seeping away from his eyes

Her Nile was over flown with raindrops from her eyes

Resting on his pillow legs…

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women

Do we hate our women?

I think its time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women

Be real to our women

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women

Do we hate our women?

I think its time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women

Be real to our women

Gta keep ya head up.