Make Her Da Bomb (Though Never Sizzle Her....) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

i architect my network by degrees
filled with lesser homiez
and more homegurlz
constructing powerpoints
so the images of what i be saying slide by slide
emailing her the executive on mach
but she ain't knowing really though
i'm slick to the positive inch by inch
3/8ths 24/7
she can lie about viewing the slide and giving her opinion
based on her field of expertise
cause i got ideas of aftershocks freezing em like an lemon lime cranberry icy
puckered and heighten
sow she gotta email me back with the correction to the purposely mistake filled powerpoint
only about two errors per presentation
funking wid me she bound to better than her last times
Yaa Asantewaa style if she ain't down wid Amina or Nzinga
then i gotta get even gutter unclogging
the ones on Tubman status
they brains
controlling they smiles and hand movements
and where they going? (they memory be knowing)
and why they going? (they motivation be flowing)
make her da bomb...
make her da bomb...
so i can have bombs all in my contacts forever
adding another by another
so when i show up at a function all i see are the bombs ready to get down
all natural from long to short
dresses to jeans
heels to sneakers
painted toenails to socks
married but single to the absolute singles
tee shirts with empowering quotes
yeah i got ideas i bee sending homegurlz in my phone
to they email addresses
i feel safer around my bombs...
i feel safer around my bombs...
str8 untouchable and unreachable....