The Game Don’t love Nobody

The Game Don’t love Nobody

Picture a little girl
with wild curls
that reach out to the universe 
for answers
to questions so deep, 
even her elders know
that the ancestors put them there.

Can’t you see her? 
Or have her dreams been so deferred 
that she has lost the nerve
For a righteous fight? 

She steps into the night
with the memory of her fathers hands on her hips
her first kiss, stolen by his lips
how she cried and tried to be a ghetto queen
weaving false prophesies into her crown
when he tore at the seams of her dreams
time stitched hours together 
as he cut the locks of her mane 
and branded her brain with a scarlet vowel

The shame of becoming a whore
burns like lava 
and even a father 
has but one use for her

But now that your antenna have returned
And you have learned 
all that you need to survive
I am telling you to leave this game
and let the spirits guide you 
through what is left of your life
‘cause the game don’t love nobody
and a pimp is only a ho

Even these streets and all of it’s treats
Are magicians that play tricks on the soul”

Ghetto Girl Blue