I could cuss you out using all kind of bloody profanity,
that will cut you so deep,
it will enlighten you about your anatomy,
but the God in me, makes me...keep...
my mouth closed...painfully.
The amitigated audacity,
of you to disgrace my intellectual ability,
just by looking at me and
assuming my urban apparel means,
I may very well be,
just as stupid as you are honestly.
I could dance circles around you
yet you are not worth the steps.
I could dress you like a scarecrow and
put you in the south of the Bronx or better yet,
write you a poem that will make you forget
how ignorant you are to
judge a book by its cover.
Instead of allowing my feet to leave the Earth,
or reminding you that I could be the cause of your rebirth,
I smile at you knowing
that you may be doing your very best
Despite your judgements of me,
or cackling all type of female discriminatory beliefs
I do not judge you.
I simply walk by.
You will get yours
before I lose mine.