Back at You
By: Mia L. Hazlett
You just like baby daddy,
Um-hmm, dats da drama you’ll bring.
Sista hate me all you want,
I don’t do kids, before the ring.
Well I know dat you be ballin’
So I’ll be your chick who’ll ride or die.
Ignorance allows you to make assumptions,
Just from seeing my suit and my tie.
So what? You think you’re betta den me,
Cuz you got some big degree.
The words are better, than, because,
Don’t you know education is key?
Well I can’t be workin’ and all dat stuff
I’ll lose my WIC and Section 8.
It’s amazing with all you don’t have,
You expect so much from your mate.
You don’t play pro or be hustlin’ the streets,
So how you got you a Jag?
Believe it or not it’s a corporate thing,
It pays much more than swag.
Brothas like you be thinkin’ you’re better than us,
But you triflin’ and all the same.
You want to know why you’re alone and unwed?
Here’s a mirror, she’s to blame.
© 2013 Mia L. Hazlett