Trouble
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Trouble

by, Ronneal Mathews 

She gives it up like

“What the heck?”

‘Cause she don’t think she’s worth

The trouble

“Court me?

Date me?

Treat me?

No,

Sedate me,

‘Cause I’m really not worth

The Trouble”

She’s been used and abused

So many times she’s confused

Was she ever a virgin

Or innocent?

“No,

Disrespect me,

Underestimate me,

Abuse me

Hey,

Rape me

I don’t care…

I’m not worth

The trouble”

She doesn’t even know what

Self esteem is

And her story is like

Way too many

She’ll gyrate

She’ll dance

For the pleasure of a man

And do it for a grand or a penny

Black thighs

Black bottoms

Black hips

Black lips

All in a world full of numb

Swirling in a pool of flesh

What a shame

What a mess

But somebody’s got to see

She’s worth

The trouble

Mother of the earth

Disgraced life

Royal birth

Why aren’t you rushing to save her?

No

You slap her

Hate her

Defile her

Enslave her

And created a world full of

Trouble

But I’m fightin’ to get us back

I’m them

They’re me

Sista black

And I know

I’m sho’ worth

The trouble