I can count the fingers the years the smiles the toes.
The babies, the children, teenagers with woes.
Can’t count on a man, don’t think he exists
Lecture me about dating I bring up my fists.
No safety net, no family home
had to learn how to fight, short of breaking my bones
Yeah I can count,
down but not out
ignoring the ref
conveniently deaf
I crawl, sweatin’ with blood
to the ropes set for stun
I grab for the cords
finding little for fun
Ref sets me straight
my opponent’s not done.
So I get my *** up
starting at one.

When asked to define a bahonkus
Noggins were scratched all about us.
15 before eight
with hungers to sate
Look: Twitterpates on a plate
Dang they're long ones!

Lawd how do we learn
the best way to burn
all these habits and nasty dry spells?
Sometimes it's the ****
from that funny gray bird
'mindin' us He's the Giver
oh well.

See that's the way the mop flops.
Yeah well ain't that some chit.
Every day has a curse and a blessing.
We be hopin' for Grace
to save us some face
and avoid seein' what we be missing.

I don't have a dog in that there **** race.
See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'.
So the dogs chased their tails
while the pigs shat the mail
makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.

The crows laugh at us, you know
We bundle
And trundle
Dreading the day
And the skin-freezing wind.
They glide
Courting sky
Scoffing earth
Riding on windy chill
And laughing.
They risk the freeze
To dance with ease –
And we tuck our heads down
Baiting wind with frown.
Avoiding the kiss
That holds hands
With risk.
Believing endurance
Our only insurance
If only we’d look
To the sky.