This poem was the 3rd Place Winner in our 3rd Annual Poetry Contest.
5’3 with an itty bitty waist, with some itty bitty tittys and a pretty brown face
19, with a gap in my teeth, I’m addicted to weave but that’s the only thing fake
96 was when my mom gave birth to me
I can’t describe how much that woman’s worth to me
I love my dad, but he cheated on my mom
Not once, not twice, I think it’s still going on…
And she still with him
I hate to see them together
I’m in a bad place and I don’t know whether, to weather this storm or to scream in her face
Man, I hate to face that pretty brown face
I might as well get a mirror, I see me when I see her
I see…Hold up, where’s the windex
I see me when I see her
But yo, I swear to God I do not want to be her
But yo, I pray to God she knows her baby girl sees her
So if I catch my man slippin, I pray to God I won’t kill him
Chaotic, psychotic women I’m too pretty for prison
25 to life, I’m too little for prison
Confliction within my feelings I should stop reminiscing
I should…
Not share my business, I’m sorry, I’m trippin
Forget the windex, please look at me with cloudy vision
So identity piece huh? Well this all imma say
5’3, no tits and a pretty brown face.