Yeah child I been keeping an eye on you
First it was Keith, then it was Jerome, and now Tyrone
Nowadays you say you don’t you won’t no scrub in your life
Cause your dream is to be the next big basketball wife
So this is why nobody’s jumping the broom
42% of yall ain’t married but letting these dudes in and out your room
Back in my day, when Massa gave us permission, broomstick unions were
sacred, honorable, and the foundation of the Black family.
This is why we have fallen—
Cause these men got you so weak in the knees
Every touch, Every hug, Every kiss you let them sweep you off your feet
It’s something about that love, letting it come inside
Staining your carpets, tracking dirt and mud in and out your house
Yeah I wondered where the broom went
But I see it now. I’m looking at it.
Yeah he’s holding you, holding so tight ,
sweeping you back and forth, back and forth from left to right
And you wonder why he treat you like trash
Checking you off like you some kind of chore
On to the next, On on to the next task
I am you. You are me.
But this reflection I see is not my true Identity