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.
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