FUBAR-Crystal

I know you’re      
Not        
Waiting        
For me        
To be        
Moved        
By your green eyes        
And wavy black hair.        
You can call        
Your Puerto Rican        
Grandmother        
On the phone        
And tell her        
You need        
A one-way plane ticket        
Back to Maryland.        
       
Out the door/        
       
She was dealing.        
       
And she was        
Raw        
Or just lucky so far.        
       
One time        
We were short on rent        
And since I was        
A little older        
I was trying to        
Work it out for us.        
       
She saw me        
Crying my eyes out        
The night before.        
       
I woke up the next        
Morning to find her        
Missing at        
An abnormal time.        
       
Some odd hours later,        
I hear the keys        
Turning in the door.        
Here she comes        
Strutting        
Skateboard swag        
(Lord, help me to keep from killing this girl)        
Navy flairs,        
Long steel        
Wallet chain        
In her pocket        
Jerking somebody        
Around,        
2 big braids        
Mopping her back        
And them        
Angel white kicks        
Just smiling        
With my favorite        
Breakfast        
From McDonald’s:        
Bacon McGriddle        
And a “small “        
Hi C orange        
Drink.        
       
“What’s going on?”        
       
Player        
Pulled out        
A wad        
Of Ben Franklins.        
       
It took me a second        
To get it        
Together        
To respond        
Re-adjust        
My face        
She waited.        
       
(Seized)        
       
For somebody        
Who couldn’t hold down        
A 9-5 (Always an excuse)        
Ever        
(For some portion of rent, food, clothing, transportation, toiletries, Mrs clairol blond highlights, entertainment, eating out...whatever ughhhh/wipe yep she could do that good and? but still. She came to pick me up from work sometimes, cleaned the house, went to the store and I don’t know what else other than being sweet.)        
She sure could        
Hustle.        
(Wtf we got here?)        
So we have to be in crisis        
For you to take action?        
       
Stranger than that        
She didn’t know        
A soul        
In the city,        
Let alone the state        
And hadn’t been here        
Long either.        
       
She was too        
Hard        
(Fem stud; they called them back then        
Today’s stemme I think they call it)        
To be turning        
Tricks        
(That wasn’t it).        
       
I knew        
What was        
Going on.        
(She admitted it).        
       
Morale of the story:        
       
People will pull you over        
Into their shit        
And you won’t know        
What the f*ck happened.        
       
(You never know    
when you just might  
need a hoodlum  
one day, but still.)  
   
#women #lesbian