Ghetto Queens
I remember the days of the yellow fire hydrants
In the scorching heat, pretending to be a pirate
Having fun in the sun was what it was all about
Buying frozen cups of kool-aid at Mrs.Gertrude’s house
cherries and strawberries, how they melted in my mouth
The boys chased the girls and jammed their hands in our pants
We'd bite, scratch, and threaten them with big brother chants
And if by chance I forgot about double dutch
Or peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches for lunch
But, my hood has changed from the early days
It's plagued with poverty, drugs, violence, and AIDS
Filthiness from all abominations have flooded the streets
My femininity as a woman has become a tasty treat
My heart bleeds, I need the love of God to heal it
The enemy sees my joy and he's come to destroy, steal, and
Kill it. In the heat of midnight chats now the thought starts to
fade me
When reality invades me and the ideal becomes the real
Words supporting ghetto life are slicker than a banana peel
I can't raise babies here, fighting against roaches and rats
I am slaving, hand picking this modern day cotton, and
Wearing all these hats
At the same time being called a hoodrat
Such a thought is unheard
I don't want to live in the burbs
I don’t want to be nobody’s pawn
I don’t want crosses burning on my lawn
For me, it's a mainstream between multimillion- dollar dreams
Laced with lima beans
Maybe, the mountains, maybe the country
So go ahead and be proud my GHETTO QUEENS!
If the slum is where you are from
Believe there is a better world out there than what it seems....
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