Sistah 2 Sistah--my poetry

This powerful piece I wrote for an African American Women's Literature Class and in some ways was my respone to reading "For Colored GirlsWho Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf" by Ntozake Shange.  I hope I captured the spirit of her work, as that was my goal and while I am not Afircan American or a woman I felt this topic needed addressed in a powerful poetry piece.  With all of that said I hope you enjoy.


"Sistah 2 Sistah"

crazy ass bitch ya must

b outcha mothafuckin’ mind

where my god damn shoes at

ya juz his damn wife

wit ur mocha colored thighs

& coffee colored eyes

jus’ his dreadlock girl

cain’t do dis 2 often sistah

cuz he didn’t use a condom

may b a kiss 4 u his baby mama

i don’t need anotha mouf 2 feed

here in da projects

4 real it’s jus’ sex, yo’ nuttin’ mo’

she thinks or do she know

he jus’ wanna fuck ya

fo’ da 80 dollars he has on him

but dat nigga georgio don’t stop talkin’

how he seen ur man on christopher street

pickin’ up mens who never set dey foot in no ghetto befo’

he don’t need no damn atm

when dere michaels, trevors and stephens

dat luv a gangsta thug cravin’ der male pussy

a white melon backside

he done done it million times ‘fore girl i knows

fo’ real girl my word is bond

let him speak dat voice 2 me

swearin’ he ain’t no faggot

i sees em all up wid da gump on the prowl

dey dat bitch and he’s dey homothug

i done heard they go raw dog

but dat ain’t no bitch dats a man

so take your low down down-low

lying ass & leave my house & hood

i don’t  wanna c ur face u lying prick

cuz i’mma fuck ya up homeboy

tryin’ 2 act all black wigger

cuz dis here sistah don’t need

ya sorry ass or ya

hiv