Loaded Poem by Imaanah Saleem

Don't
Believe
The hype.

I ain't got no money.

Just as poor as you!
Sike!
I'm just being funny
I am rich.

I'm loaded.

So much doe I can't hold it!
When I———
Unfolded bills
Are used to wipe my ask,
Me a question and I'll tell you,

What you need to know.

How far did I come to get here?
Which way is the road?

Happened in a flash
One moment I'm in a tunnel.

Then I opened up my eyes one day
And I seen
A bunch
Of doe
And I said
Yes!

I'm lucky.

So much doe you can't touch me!
On the floor,

There's pennies,

Bouncing to the beat while I'm moving my feet

Oh yeah!

I'm jamm'n!

My future's look'n so slamm'n!

Can't stop me,

From dancing!

Ching!
Ching!
Ching!

I'm walk'n outside,

With my hands high!

Bills giving me wings so that I can fly!

And to all of my friends
I'm waving goodbye
While I'm out
Doing the things
That the kid likes!

It's my world!

I'm ball'n.

Got money to catch me when fall'n.

In my sleep,
All I hear call'n:

Is green,
Green,
Green,
Bam,
Damn.