A poem by Sacha-Antoninette “A Gift to the Swag”
Spirit minded and a lion heart with all roar and a touch of gentle.
Two tone natural.
Nappy headed, bare faced, truth giver.
Short legs but a long gaze.
COMPLICATED. Like you like your women to be.
Who am I?
Mind of a Goddess heart of a street nigga.
You can try to pick it. But you got no keys to unlock that box.
Too profound to get into.
You’ll get lost. So, get lost.
See i’m a woman of God, but a woman who’s flawed.
I walk with a limp cause the crown real heavy.
Solid, but will melt like butter.
A gifted drifter.
A misunderstood painting.
A war within the war.
She looks pretty, but she’s far too dangerous to fall in love with.
They’re used to women being used, owned, objectified, and bought.
They’re NOT used to women like me.
The exception to all rules.
The one you can’t figure out.
The one you can’t sex into loving you.
The one who’s too detached for you to love her.
But that still doesn’t stop you.
I represent the women of the times, the real hot girl shit.
The women who’ yellin’ “real ass bitch. give a fuck about a nigga.”
The melanin you love to absorb.
And the vibe you love to bring.
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