My momma, she taught me to be a lady never treat a lady sister shady to walk with my head held high respect is to look me in the eye to always be polite it doesn't matter who is right say please and thank you give credit where it is due and you who taught you to be a man? who are you trying to be better than who taught you to talk down to me like I’m some kind of discount deli meat cause I walk down the street strangers whisper “hey ****” then they flex for me “I’m just looking to get more ***** in my life" keys between my fingers cause I can't carry a knife “****, where you going tonight?” this **** well ain’t right. Cars beep and slow down as I walk alone asking if they can pick me up and take me home it’s not a compliment, more of a threat heightened consciousness makes me sweat feel unprotected, cheap another car horn beep you gents just don’t see it the wrongs those guys commit the slimy unyielding stare cause when it happens you’re not there.