Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
What She Said as She Was Grinding Her Up
A voice like electric shocks-
Gangsta muscle in each pounding
Bitch, I told you to sit down. Bitch,
I'm tired of you. Bitch, you stupid.
Bitch, you lazy. Bitch, you act like
You crazy. Bitch, you get on my last nerves.
Bitch, you ain't worth nothing. Bitch,
Pull your dress down. Bitch, don't
Bring me no babies. Bitch, bitch
Bitch. I will fix you. Bitch, I will
Fix you better. Bitch, better!
A girl-mouth, stretched jagged-wide in horror.
Smashed-in lips, teeth.
Then no lips, no teeth, no mouth.
Written by Angela Jackson
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