Music plays in real time

Life is playing is slow mo….

Helicopters over head.

Sirens blarin down the street

Shorty got her hands on her hips

Rollin her head back and forth

Talkin about her ain’t shit nigga

That she know she can’t get enough of

That ain’t shit nigga Is out doin his dirt and keepin his phone on vibrate

But before he makes it home

He’s gon stop at the store to make sure he gets her those J’s tho…..

 

On the other side of town

There’s a girl comin home from work

Anxious to see her son She cherishes every second spent

Cause she doesn’t know when the last one will be

Born into domestic poverty, on both sides She did what she had to

Now she lives with her blessing and her life sentence

Everyday is a struggle but it’s a gift called the present…..

 

Now take a trip downtown

And you’ll find the girl

Condo, car, career, 6 figure portfolio

But her bed is cold

Her condo is vacant, just like her heart

She concentrated so hard on the grind She forgot the degree and the 401k couldn’t keep her warm at night

So she wanders aimlessly through the home

And hears the echos of the family

She doesn’t see in her future.

 

Then in the center of it all

There’s a girl

Who just tries to live day to day

The only thing that sustains her is faith

Because Humanity is futile and fleeting

They say is pain is temporary,

But she feels that certain wounds will never heal

She keeps her head up tho

Cause she knows it could be worse

What do you call her?

What do you call them?….

 

I call them bone, Adam’s rib

Woman

The personification of beauty

Both tender and tough

Strength in it’s purest form

Life that keeps on giving

The upkeep and continuation of legacies never forgotten

She is song and dance walking down the street

She is The Word in the flesh

She’s the around the way girl

That’s what I call her.

Kenza Ashley