Pepper Sprayed
Pepper wasn’t
a Me Too kind of girl
She was an I One type
Her spirit blood wasn’t universal,
it didn’t transfuse well
with chauvinistic males
Pepper would spray the verbal hell bells,
if a fella’s testosterone pride
started to swell
Being kicked into a higher double octave range,
will make a sorry drake soul sing
Make ‘em feel the angry queen bee sting
Pepper wasn’t raised to be
a Me Too kind of girl
No ma’am,
she had an I One type single mama
Don’t touch my jewel,
her mama said to the suitor men
who were eyeing moving in
I spying her daughter
on a cracked bedroom door
pretext pretend,
would get ‘em the maternal broomstick end
Upside the head skull cracking
Like mother, like daughter —
Pepper could fight
Getting caught vulnerable
in the clutches with her,
could leave you walking eunuch for life
Pepper could spray the knuckle hell bells,
if an alpha fool misogynist ego
started to swell
She’d teach you to treat a woman with respect,
or mister dog you’re going to jail: hurt and limp,
with an in-between the legs tail
If Pepper ever say Me Too to you, brother ...
then you better know that you
have a best friend that’s a soul tight lover
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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