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Rhythm And Poetry


They told me sit down

Quiet

Open ears, not your mouth

Little ladies should be perfect, that's what this is about

 

They made me cover up

No shoulders

'Til I'm almost in college

Care more 'bout clothing, what I'm wearing, than the fruits of my knowledge

 

One day I heard her

Radio

Spitting verses like fire

Telling me to get my ass up, reach for what I desire

 

So I realized then

Women

Came in all shapes and sizes

And this rapper, she ain't quiet, and to me she symbolizes

 

A way to break free

Speak up

For myself and my soul

We're opposites, me and her,  but we share a common goal

 

So I'll show em

The Baddest

Female, know my ability

Cause rap showed me how to find strength in my femininity

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