Checked

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 digress. I smile at you knowing that you may be doing your very best to survive. Despite your judgements of me, or cackling all type of female discriminatory beliefs at me, I do not judge you. I simply walk by. You will get yours before I lose mine.