Delicate and needing to be savored,
That’s the woman who needs to be favored.
Delicacy doesn’t mean she not strongly flavored.
Whether she is miss brown sugar with her caramelized exterior;
Or a sexy Spanish girl, like sizzling sauce and spices;
Or has flour like skin, white or tan as whole wheat.
The hijab of a middle eastern beauty
is but a cover on a pot full of savory
combinations that tease the senses.
The lack of a head covering doesn’t mean
she still ain’t worth waiting on.
Here, waiter doesn’t mean a slave to her beck and call,
But rather a willingness to serve her before she places an order.
Guys, know that society likes
To act like it’s on your side,
Then the culture is consumed with captions like we ain’t nothing.
But don’t let my censorship
dull the sensitivity of the actual statement.
We like the way she moves then become outcasts,
Allowing ourselves to be hypnotized by how her hips hop.
We act big, boy, then it’s a rap like Andre
Treating ladies like side pieces when they should be the entree
But beyond saying that
Let us not give ladies lemons to
Be Beyoncé and have
a clear blueprint to love her, ride or die;
Not conquer with an Empire State of mind;
She should shine.
And ladies, I hear ya, he burned you but you are smarter
than tryna give other men the third degree.
I peep that you’ve been played plenty of times
that after parting ways it’s time for the playback;
let him face the same music.
But when has pursuit of a vendetta
really made anyone feel betta?
It seems like just a mask born on November 5th
that we remember remember, as if
reflections in broken glass are embers
Fed by memories of betrayal and pain.
It seems this is the Olympic Games
Filled with hurt people tryna hurt people
Or should I say players and f-boys
like the female population is innocent.
A similar narrative when white men lynched
black brothas in the name of white female innocence.
I’m not tryna sound sour but all this lemonade
leaves behind a bitter taste
Whether you’re a guy or lady,
let us not have middle fingers up so high
like we tryna find reception after breaking up.
Can you hear me now?
Can we justify playing the game betta than potential offenders?
We wanna act like we could care less who collides with our cold shoulder,
Easily forgetting that the Son shines brightly ready to give a tan
To hearts so frozen that it is difficult to let it go.