See… growing up in the hood…
Well… not the hood but something like it …
With street mentality…
I…
Sold a little dope to the neighborhood crack heads…
But at the time I called them cluckas…
But now Im jumping subjects…
It all started when I was living in a hotel room…
When all I wanted to do was drink and stink….
Like that herb called Mary Jane…
Opening my legs to the neighborhood drug man…
Just to re-up…
Now Im speaking hood lingo…
So instead of re-up…
I'll use… "get more dope"….
And I would only see his financial gain and maintain his…
Money to maintain my… I mean his… his mind…
Cause I knew I…again Im sorry I mean he…
He would be taken care of…
Me only getting love cause I…
Told him what his profit was for that day…
Etc… etc… I started stripping…
And I don't mean to be rushing through the story but…
I still got to tell you what my name is…
But first I got to tell you who I was…
Lollipop is what they called me when I would…
Step out on stage half ass naked…
Looking a hot ass mess…
With my 6" inch heels…
And this too little dress…
But it was ok cause I fit the scenery…
And I would do splits and climb poles…
To some song that referred to women as hoes…
Shacking my ass to make my money…
I think it was $17…
But then I had to pay my brother…
Cause he let me borrow money…
To buy the shoes and out fits…
So I guess the profit was 0…
Wait a minute carry the two…
Yea 0…
So I shook the name…
Lollipop and picked up the name wifey…
But my husband liked to call me bitch…or hoe or slut…
Doesn't matter you pick one…
But…he would cheat and give me STD's…
That made my insides stink…
And slap the shit out of me when I would…
Do what he liked to call "cross that line"…
But don't worry I fought back…
Now…
Skipping ahead I left and took my two kids…
Lived in a women's shelter where I picked up…
A pin… and I wrote my struggles and confessed my sins…
A decided to live again…stress less…
Living life for the first time being a lady…
You get it? …
Shaking the names lollipop and wifey and…
The drug mans bitch….
Decided to pick up the name poet…
Lyrical leader… line spitter... any time they asked
What my name is…
Give me a pen and Im ruthless with the paper…
What my name is? Now ill tell you…
Child of God on a mission…
Now ill tell you… poet with a vision…
Now ill tell you… the new revolution…
Now I tell you… our generation's conclusion…
What my name is… poetry's frstlady…
Written by Frstladylsm