Wodie Speaks

I’m not a project chick or a ho

Don’t make me go there

I don’t like it when you stare

Don’t you dare so those things

I’m not a trick or a hoochie

Never been a floosie

Can’t you see me

I’m just a woman and

I’m not a nigga either

I don’t like the way you treat her

Can’t you see her pain comes from years

Of people acting insane in the membrane

Can’t you see that

Creator sparks your creativity

And now tainted by what you see

Money will buy you

You belittle your sister and promote

The project mentality

When will you see

That she will be the mother of sombody’s child

So while you refuse to treat her as your queen

It’ll probably be yours

Steady creeping through doors

That seem open

Continuously hoping

That by putting women down

You will in some way uplift yourself

Nigga, I thought you knew

That’s how the master made his wealth

So you still a slave

Diggin’ a grave for your own people

Because without a mother

The race dies

I hear the cries for me to shake it fast

But I have class

I’m not just a big bootie,

Can’t you see me?

I’m not a pit bull in a skirt

I’m worth my weight in gold

Your momma’s getting’ old

And if you think a man called her

That name you called my sister yesterday

She would just say

Ay Poppie!

Get real, she wouldn’t feel that.

I’m not a cat or a broad

Don’t think it’s odd

That I know that a grown man knows

If he wants to hold my hand

He’s gotta treat me like his queen

Instead of another wet dream.

Maybe all women don’t demand respect

But you should know enough to give it.

You can change our nation if you learn to uplift

Instead of tear down

And cause this same depressing cycle to continue

Because I’m not happy with the way things are

And I’m not the only sista by far

That knows you need to uplift

Instead of tear down

Or else all the good black women

Just won’t be around.