The dizzying sway of her hips, enchanting
the left and right of her strut, enticing,
Even those that swore not to look in her direction, succumbing to temptation
Only a few minutes with her will give their lust emancipation,
Till then they stare
Like demons possessed
Word to the nigger that can tap that ass
Hard to reach although she has no class
She
Bends over pretending to be picking up something,
Maybe her dignity which she left on the street while drugging?
This is the hood and a girl gotta live
“it’s better than what you receives,
Flippin burgers as macDeez”
She spits back coldly
This is her job and she states it boldly
Not even flinching
From that mention
So is this the reason our fore fathers got lynching?
Aboard slave ships they died
Marching on the streets of Soweto they took their bullets with pride
But I’m convinced they had a different idea in mind
Maybe an educated generation
To inspire Bantu restoration
Instead we offer them prostitution
We are free in law
But mentally we await emancipation
From the shackles of weed, alcohol, sex and
Verbal pollution
Years they fought but they could not live to bask in their freedom
They trusted us to appreciate and use it to our advantage
Instead we found another way to cage,
Ourselves as young people
In visions broken, dreams shattered, lies told and values destroyed
At least they had a vision
They marched to fulfill their mission
But all they got in return was prostitution, an ignorant population without a vision
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