50/50 this this. 50/50 that that
I told my Yaya the other day that men are so boring to me.
“Why aren’t any of them interesting?” I asked.
Yaya said, “They never had to be.”
50/50 this this. 50/50 that that.
My great grandma still rolls her hair with newspaper and bobby pins.
Born during a time where women couldn’t eat steak without a man.
She loves hearing about my adventures.
The ones I pay for with my own talent and dime.
“You do that all by yourself?” she says.
I tell her with a smile, “Yes ma’am. All the time.”
50/50 this this. 50/50 that that.
A lot of women on my back who never got the chance to stack.
Women can finally name their desires out loud.
They scream for lovers who’ve paid their soul tithes and dues, and this is what you say back? 50/50 this this.
I won’t go half on that.
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