79th Be The Catwalk.

Tyra Banks ain’t got shit,

taxes just hit. folks

strut. here is the timber

of our land. we give

the breeze a new cover. girl

some dude with a camera said he could

buy my walk, plus interest

my face. ain’t enough

to want my body too. move

like i got somewhere to be. round

here home ain’t much of america’s

model. my landlord

said i walk like money,

a stain/finesse. examination

is extermination. what was

a short cut is now a safe word

kept for cutting. or just in case

some fool thinks a south side stomp

sweet. commercial. commissary is

a blk girl’s stride. to the bus

be blk boiis who grab

their dickies. gucci belt gang

expect me to hold they strap. loose

square sellers all off theirs,

ready to lick or hit one.

they think the bus’ll wait for me

but someone else ready to take my spot.

like the white man’s hunt ain’t my job too. like

they ain’t got somewhere to be too. like

we ain’t in hurry to go

someplace where we can just walk.