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See who I ‘am? Don’t you even know who I ‘am? Don’t fake 

like you don’t know me, you’ve seen me Before…I’m sure you 

have. The sisters all be hating on a fine sister like me, because 

I got it going on… Yeah, I’m the one that all the brothers want to 

get with in town and those who haven’t wish that I could be their 

Boo or Lil Ma. Let them dream on, I’m too much woman for just one 

alone. You know you want me to be yours? All the brothers be wanting 

to buying me the finest black pearls, diamonds and lynx furs…just to get 

to know my name or get them digits from me. You feel me? You be faking 

like you don’t see me when you be walking with your little anorexic 

wife, but I see you sneaking a peeking out the side of your eyes at all this 

lushes big booty thing as I pass you by. I know you want me? I might just 

let you get with me, once I finish this last flight of stairs and get my inhaler 

out of my pocketbook and check my blood pressure and finish this last piece 

of KFC chicken. Yeah, even my horny young doctor wants to jump on these big 

bones, he says…”Ms. Johnson you need to get your weight under control or 

you’re going to die.” that’s just his little secrete way for saying I’m staring at your 

big full bosoms and I’m just dying to bury my face between them later on tonight. 

Yeah, he be begging for a shot at the big show… you all know you want me? I hear 

yall when yall giggling and snickering behind my back as I pass yall by, be trying 

to get my attention. You all know I’m way too busy to be bothered with all you haters 

and all these men who want to be my lover and stuff.  Honey… I’m in a hurry I have 

to get my bus stop, so I can catch my next bus.  

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor

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