“Well, what did you expect?”
you chastise, looking me up and down,
tugging on my hem.
***
“Uh huh… typical”
you suck your teeth as that
tatted-up thug is
stopped and frisked
into accessorizing with silver bracelets
behind his back.
***
You raise your eyebrows in
I told you so
as another black hearse
rounds the corner.
//Tuh
But ain’t nobody wearing no hoochie dress to they wake,
and ain’t nobody beltless, saggin at they wake,
and ain’t nobody got them designs etched into they fade at they wake.
Nigga, YOU casket fresh.