What They Know

they always talkin. whisperin bout my dresses and how i always wearin em too short. "careful or she'll have yo man," they always sayin. like they know me. they always lookin. starin me up n down like if they take they eyes off me i liable to steal they shadow. caught shopliftin once, now they act like i gonna snatch they souls. they don't know me. they always hidin. peekin at me through closed shades. i see the meat of they eyes peerin through they windows, piercin my tuff skin as i pass by they houses pretendin not to notice--but i be knowin what's behind them shades cause i know them.