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Urban Cycle
by Marissa Ranello
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Look girl,
You ain't
Black
You ain't
Hispanic
You ain't
Asian
Look, I'm a woman
just like you
Look girl,
You ain't
got no troubled life
You ain't
got a clue about roughin' it
You ain't
nothin’ but a white girl.
I didn't realize education
had a color
Look girl,
You ain't
comin' in here and talkin' to my kid about passin' in school
You ain't
thinkin' my Tyree is gunna relate to yo’ bony white ass
You ain't
know nothing’ ‘bout these projects
Oh, but I do
this is where I grew up
Look girl,
You ain't
saint Teresa, all holdin' yo’ head up high and proud
You ain't
did you hear me? I said you ain't no saint, girl
You ain't
no sistah of mine, talkin' bout "we women," and shit
I broke free of Kraft dinner
& Kool-Aid dreams
to help my community
Look girl,
You ain't
foolin' nobody with yo’ fancy car
You ain't
did you hear me? I said you ain't foolin’ nobody, girl
You ain't
wastin' my Tyree's time, so take yo’ ass outta here.
Tyree has Kool-Aid dreams
Tyree wants his mom to leave the projects
Tyree said I was an 'ignant' white lady
He ain't
but eight years old
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