Sis Was Like Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

Sis Was Like



yo braids still tight?
i said yeah and sow are my seasons to reap
by the rows
i ain't playing
and it pays to be sucka free
she laughed...
got my Mutha making money she never seen at one-time....

Saturday, July 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: real life,real success
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
you gotta get up to get down...i know you forgot but i ain't got no shame in education then discussing? nah cause i don't diss or cuss no one you feel me? i'm on this Rites of Passage like you should and you will see why i really don't be giving one care about a flick if it ain't about sparking the indigenous youth to make sum...they got me feeling numb moving as the dumbdumbdummy with my own strings garden spider showed me how...i got silk strings enabled to be hammered by wooden hammers when they strike (laughing)now that's a real musical trap (echoing) ....
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