Thursday, January 17, 2013

Girl With A Gun

I see the fear in your eyes
Surprise!
Did you expect me to be
One who would fall so easily?
Unsuspecting and meek
Thoughtless and weak
Please!
That’s not me.
I’m a girl with a gun.
And I come packing heat.
My Saturday-night special is 7 days a week
The piece that I keep is my ability to perceive.
And with my moral excellency,
You can’t fool me
I’m a confident Black queen
So bow down and believe
That my bullet is my brain
I’m not hard to ascertain
Just respect me
Protect me
And don’t try to sex me
L'est you get shot down
Ka-boom!
I'll make you look like a clown
With my intellect
And grace
As well as my faith
I’m a lady, a prize
It’s time to recognize
That my weapon of choice
Is not a Nine or a GAT
It’s my strength and my voice
If you treat me with love
I will treat you the same
But if you come playing games
It's lights out!
Game over!
Poof - You'll be gone!
My words will prove you a fool
Your lies I will detect
So please come correct
I'm a girl with a gun
And I demand much respect.