Let me handle my business, damn

Fotografia de Marco Antonio Cruz

Took me awhile to learn the good words

make the rain on my window grown

and sexy now I’m in the tub holding down

that on-sale Bordeaux pretending

to be well adjusted I am on that real

jazz shit sometimes I run the streets

sometimes they run me I’m the body

of the queen of my hood filled up

with bad wine bad drugs mu shu pork

sick beats what more can I say to you

I open my stylish legs I get my swagger

back let men with gold teeth bow to my tits

and the blisters on my feet I become electric

I’m a patch of grass the stringy roots

you call home or sister if you want

I could scratch your eyes make hip-hop die again

I’m on that grown woman shit before I break

the bottle’s neck I pour a little out: I am fallen

Morgan Parker