Dear  Ba Itch:

 

Just a name.  Just a phrase.  Just a laugh and a wink.  Just a power we gave to the dogs I think.

How silly of we to name ourselves.  But it's easy for we with our own blessin'. 

We owned it to take the power away from them, but forgot the real meaning of it. Didn’t do the homework lesson.    

So now we have to purchase our dignity at the discount store.  Wearing cheap Tee shirts and patches on our pockets that say “Queen”. 

Momma used to walk down the street (Fifth Avenue, New York) without saying a word, wearing rags, and nappy hair, and EVERYONE knew she was a QUEEN.  Her erect, square gait made her a sensation.  And everyone knew it was for we, the next generation.  Now that is true worth!  “Do not throw your pearls before swine,” she’d say.  But with our freedom, we turned the lesson around.  Mad as hell if they say we been hoodwinked, bamboozled.  Still, as long as the men wink, we strut on in powerful confusion. 

The men tell us that it's confidence to expose as much of our bodies as legally possible.  And when I think about it, quite truthfully, it feels very powerful knowing that it’s all mine.  I have total control of it.  I’ll let it all hang out.  I’ll show them all of what I own, as if it were a property with a street address (the other Fifth Avenue). 

Don’t worry momma.  This is my strategy.  I got it figured out.  Yet to realize that I have about as much power as a battery with a low charge.  But, I just love the way they hoot and holler.  I love the way the women give me the side eye.  I laugh at them ‘cause they can’t compare to me.  They’re just dumb ba itches believing the lie. 

And I tell them all NO! They can’t have this! They can’t touch me!  Unless, unless, unless…they buy me dinner.  Ha ha.  See, it’s my call.  Only me.  Look whose arm I’m on.  Look whose bag I’m carrying.  See, I’m the winner.  Ha ha ha (winner, winner chicken dinner.) 

Yet to realize, fancy or not, dinner is disposable but not free.  Afterwards it’s Open House.  The door is unlocked.  Come on in.  Stay awhile. Use my property as your own home.  See my fleshwell stays with me!

Someday I’ll know that my fleshwell is the most valuable, prized commodity/ property, on the planet.  Until I sale it for dinner without reasons or love.  So now I’m just a relief.  A convenience; if, they stay. 

But the generations have changed.  It’s no longer a sin.  I twerk in the streets freely.  I call myself bitch.  I might as well act like it.  Ha ha (a wink and a laugh). 

All the while, I see all the other women and girls acting like me.  No problem, I’ll  buy more clothes.  Get more risqué.  I’ll make sure they’re all looking at me.  Who needs modesty?  It’s alright with everyone else for me to be worthless.   

I’m sorry you don’t see the clarity.  It all adds up to the simple economics of RARITY!!!

Just a thought.  Just a phrase.  Just a laugh on me.