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BOSS NOT

Heard a hip-hop anthem today

 

BOSS

 

“Michelle Obama… purse so heavy… getting Oprah dollars…”

 

A rhythmic dance beat spelling out

 

Confidence

 

And

 

Respect

 

A baller banner of pride

 

Flung to the ceiling, waving

 

Women’s independence

 

Black women’s power

 

I see it…

 

But

 

Is an album adorned with 5 sultry females

 

Clad only in a man’s shirt and high heels

 

Singing show me the money

 

Sold to the club scene to inspire ***** shaking

 

And Yeager bomb throwing

 

So we forget the work week challenges

 

Relationship pains

 

And

 

Embrace vicariously our entitlements

 

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Written by
kim-e-williams
Published
Aug 11, 2014
Lines·Words
23·92
Notes

sometimes, i don't get the way we sedate ourselves into mediocrity

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#rap#hip-hop#prejudice#limitations
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