Cleopatra in the Quiet

Cleopatra in the quiet
Bathsheba on the rooftop
Backseat weapons keeper
Of your leather with your guns cocked

Be I Eve after the serpent
The harlot at the gate
Clutch me with my skirt up
Breathe hard and heavy 
When you wake

Sugar sure between my hips eh
Summer salt lust in my throat
Mark your fingerprints in places
In my spaces down below

Hungry reachin’ 
From your pocket
Pull up right behind my question
We been jamming justice
For an hour
Come undo my disposition

It’s a little nasty and I love it
You answer thick and ready
For the storm
Forget that other birthday cake
I keep this batter warm.
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An Issues Queen without a Crown

Sistah, Sistah,

I’m sure that choice to blow him up over text

Was wise -Now you checkin your phone every three seconds

Addicted to little red light

To see if he said something back

Man, I wish you was that

Ready when the boss books and church service

Come calling, for your attention

Instead, you battle ready for this dude, to get the last word in

You rah-rah righteous bandwagon on the feminists

Programmed to complain ‘bout how these men cant keep up

Excuse me, single lady, 2 checks from going broke,

You’re a statistic with nice make-up

Who u think u’re preaching to

With all the regret that you carry?

Remember, you took the ring off

And tried to learn me

you’re proudly divorced

doesn’t mean you were married

Rather be young, warm and hopeful than experienced, bitter and cold

Sistah sistah, now u stressing

Your issues gettin’ old

Because even your wild and ugly friends are spoken for

Whats the problem?

Clothes, a car, a job – you been a lady and  a whore

Aren’t you the whole package but no one’s trying to lock it down?

Must be them, can’t be you

An issues queen without a crown

Sistah sistah

Yea I get it

Theres always something wrong with them out there

Babydaddy’s got too much and single men know too little

None of them can keep up with your riddles

You go to work and vent your worth

Complaining omg on ur facebook

Post a picture with ur titties out

Talking ‘bout u got a “new look”

Get the kids in some these fotos

They make it look wholesome

That’s all right, it’s the new online you

Even ho’s deserve redemption

Sistah sistah

Been two hours and this good-for-nothing dude

Is not responding to your tantrum

And your pride wont say im sorry

Psshh, he triflin’

he  two seconds from getg deleted

It’s whatever, he aint sh@@ but

You didn’t really mean it.

So the next time you start puffin up, heated

rough temper Static texting on this dude

talking about, ” I don’t need him”

I can be ur friend or be real:

Sistah Sistah, yes you do.