Weave Champion

She had that Illwaiian slicky
Green contacts
Long press on nails
With a strut that catches you staring and screams “WHAT”
Her glare through those swap meat lenses
Let you know that she knew she was fine
AND ANY OTHER OPINION WAS A DEAD ASS LIE
I saw her and her made up face turned my direction
With a smile that said
“If I wanted you I could make you mine”
Even though I hate the fakeness I loved her confidence
As well as her freakiness
Most of the time we fussed and she yelled for me not to fuck up her hair
Her AKA pink and green sickened me
As well as her lack of Conscious Sense bewildered me
“Obama is the 2nd coming” yeah her t-shirt said it
But I stared for many reason…
One because she wore it in public was my problem of its non sense
(Damn he’s just another president that happens to have some black in him not some savior)
Two because her nipples poked through made me look
Through our difference and a short term fling
I still for a while I couldn’t escape her madness
Nor ignore her unmistakable badness
That’s briefly what happened when I meet Ms. Weave Champion

Jalili B. Jimiyu

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