BACK UP OFF ME


I must 
inform you that 
I am a middle-class 
thug, a code-switching whore dressed in 
Chanel. 

I live 
between the lines, 
cussing out the waiter 
for bad service, then still leaving 
a tip. 

I am 
a rope and plank 
bridge stretched between two sides 
swinging topsy-turvy before 
crashing. 

I say 
all this not to 
scare you, but to give fair 
warning for when I snap, dropping 
your ass. 

I'm your 
average Black 
woman with cockle-bur 
hair, needing a six-week touch up 
no lye.