Micros and Aggression

yeah nigga. i make cereal from cornbread. got a box fan year round. don’t sweat it. i like my hair remy wet. my hair is mines with or without receipt. the beauty supply is a doll house. yeah i had barbies. burnt them bitches to look like me. taught them how to talk too. they knew every -er turn to an -a. knew every ‘finna’ came from ‘fix-in’. i fixed them. glamorized their thick or thin like mines was. yeah nigga. i’m thick. my ass always gone poke. like you did and do. on facebook. on the bus. on the train. in the store. in the house. in my house. like it never happened. like it was an accident. call it educational. call it a means of survival. my Moms calls it means for an ass-whooping. calls it switch blade and sets of keys. calls it protection. you call it angry-blk-woman. tyler perry movies on repeat. i call it a never ending novel. fuck the single story. Chimamanda taught me. yeah nigga. i twerk for scholarships or just because. had my homie crack my card for bail money. wrote a thesis on why you got me fucked up. earned commission on the hands you can catch but can’t hold.