Torn to smithereens,
by a misogynistic swine
She rumbles through the streets of Brooklyn,
feeling the eyes of every flesh colored human,
Within the outlooks, under the divine sky.
She comes to a loading dock where more men
Hoot and holler at her womanly physique
“Can I get some of that sweet ass?”
No money
No Coat
Sandy Feet
Decked out in her waitress uniform,
she looks like a stewardess, fancied with an apron
Muddy water splashes her face as a horse carriage passes
with a newly married couple.
James Brown screams, “It’s a Man’s World” on the radio,
she starts to believe it.
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