Someone must have told you that it would be that easy
Hollering out some obscenities
something that would cheese me
I don’t know who told you that all women are objects
and this ain’t about the hood, the ghetto or projects
I’ve seen white collared men do the same thing
Even in a suit jacket, button down and blinged out wedding ring

Well let me tell you something…

Today wasn’t the first time I’ve been assaulted in a parking lot
Some young dudes tried to holler, “ayo shorty come here, I wanna see what you got!”
Oh really that’s it?
Crystal that’s not so bad
Don’t fucking patronize me
‘Cause when your daughter comes home
swings the door open and yells, “DAD!”
maybe then you should tell her
Hunny, it will get a lot worse
guys might try to grab you
twist your arms till it hurts
let her know too that she got off easy
’cause next time it might be her boyfriend
raising his hand yelling, “BITCH be easy!”
If she doesn’t get it then
let her know at least it wasn’t dark
what can’t be seen in the night time
can be taken advantage of near the park
have her bent up in a garbage can
with the rest of yesterday’s trash
remember it wasn’t that serious
You can’t be serious mannn

When’s the last time someone walked up to you like they already owned you
Fuck it, ’cause I refuse to know my place
Ladies you can get out of the zone too
So don’t call out some name that never belonged to me
Your smile is still lame
I can tell you are a phony
I’m putting this on front street
and you should be embarrassed
Karma is the realest shit
one day you may have a daughter you cherish.

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry