everything i’ve called women
if i said baby you might think a certain thing but nah.
that’s only maybe what i mean, perhaps i’ll say ma
& your mind says Cam’ron, women creeping up
but i’m a changed man, & that’s not game ma.
it’s practice in high school & THOT isn’t out yet.
we’re classic Chicago & bustdowns bloom in our mouths. my Ma
spits Too $hort & the line i catch the first time
is b*tch b*tch b*tch make me rich but Ma
puts me on punishment when i whisper Ludacris
& tells me sex shouldn’t hurt. i say nothing & Ma
lets it go until a few years later when i get becky
or brain or top or dome by a white girl & Ma
tells me everything i’ve risked for this escapade.
i can’t fix my mouth to say but Ma
what i got i didn’t ask for. shorty just kinda went
& i was supposed to moan street things like hey ma
you look beautiful. & after that i moan it all
& give women a rash of nicknames there’s ma
(who calls me pa) & hollywood & princess & pop star
& doctor & lady & knee socks & ma
what’s your name i just put where we met in my phone
don’t be mad i remember our whole convo ma
& bae & baby & honey & shorty & poison & tenderoni
& when i’m lonely hey stranger. how you been ma?
& sometimes i’ve called & gotten dial tone songs
or been told Nate do you remember my name? or is that why you say ma?
Source: Poetry (September 2018)