they never know they’re losing : poem 20

30 poems in 30 days
day 20: april 26, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)


they never know they’re losing

my baby gonna have that good hair
peter rican indian shit
wet wavy straight and shiny
i want you to have my baby
some brown skin bombshell name marisol on the lower east
alphabet city type broad
study abroad type broad
she just living here til she graduate
i’m just living here til she graduate
then back across one of those uptown bridges
unless i can get her pregnant soon
yeah
that’s what i’m finna do
cock ya legs up
baby gonna have my eyes
your everything else

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