ORAL INTERPRETATION

                    Oral Interpretation
INTRO:
I can remember been the kid to like poems and songs of all forms, but the main poems I heard were “roses are red, violets are blue” or “to be or not to be.” Well I’m a grown woman and I say poems like….

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies, I want to take your sweet plum from a tree and suck the nectar until you scream, Yes Whitney, Yes Whitney…Ahhh sweet cream
Or
He was a pretty man with beautiful lashes, big white straight teeth, and a smile that would make a boring girl turn to fashion. So I wrote a little note, I like your style. He wrote, sorry hunnie, I’m not interested. Sad I was, but nevertheless, I threw the note away with the other pile of mess.
Or
You’re so vain, you probably think this poem is about you, don’t you. I can’t stand your dirty drawls, stank breath muthafuckin ass. You ain't nothing but a piece of crap. If it wasn't for that crying ass baby in the background, I would have never loved your ass. How could I have ever let you stick a finger in my pussy, let alone your tired ass dick…Ugggh! You know what its not you its me. My ol rolling ass ain't shit. I’m around here sucking all your mans dicks. That’s right ALL THEM NIGGAS. Each dick slapping my face, squirting in my mouth, and for what to make you mad.
Now he’s storming out and I'm yelling, “ MY BAD, MY BAD” I hear him say, “ I'm packing my bags you ol dirty hag. As I sat in the corner crying, BOOM went the trigger and he stood over top of me and I’m dead as a mouse in a trap. He says, “Now bitch, who is the piece of crap!”