Supa Model Of Street Runway Poem by diara armstead

They say I’m fast because I walk the streets
YOE! CAN I GO TO THE LIQUOR STO? ?
I just want to take a stroll
Out and about doing my thang
Up high is the way I hold my head
Letting the world see who I be
Standin’ tall upright shoulders back feelin’ relaxed
As I take my first step feelin’ the transformation take place
You can see my realness
Up and down the street I strut when
BEEP! BEEP! ...BEEP! BEEP!
I hear up and down the streets
Whistles... AYE! AYE! AYE!
Hangin’ out the window of movin’ vehicles
Like a dog in heat tryna get a treat
Back and forth from place to place
They see me comin’ whisperin’ to someone near em’
Eyein’ me up and down
Almost caused an accident just to get a glimpz of who I b
BOO MATHA FUKA! ! IS THERE A PROBLEM OR SOMETHIN? ?
Niggas quick str8 breakin’ they neckz tryna luk my way
Petite young thang doin’ the damn thang workin’ the runway
Supa Model of Street Runway