I Love My Gangsta! Poem by Tammi Salazar

There he stands all flamed up,
looking fly as he always does.
His skin so perfect, so soft, so tatted up!
Does he wear a suit, does he have a job?
He wears the suit of a G and works the life of hustling!
he may not be the man that momma wants fo me
BUT,
He is definately the kind of guy i want him to be.
i love the way he talks, the way he treats me, his street swagg!
would i trade him for all the money?
hellz naw because no matter what
I Love My Gangsta!