When I walk the earth, I do it with a rumble
Black woman marvelously stacked by the heavens
As I take stride my ancestry runs through my veins
Panamanian, Jamaican, Costa Rican, African
them some bad bitches in my bloodline
Head up and forward
looking like I’m chiseled out of fine Italian marble
gaze trained on what I want
where I am going
Yeah boy that woman is serious
I do not sneak, tip toe, bow
Who is in front of me to please?
I am a woman about my gangsta
Watch my phat ass make the ground shake
The earth crack
the movement of my hips
swivel from side to side
the sound they make is like a sonic boom
my observers can’t take the sound
they cover their ears
like that will help
I continue to clear the way
Maybe even provocative
My thighs thick, giggly, and rubbing together cause an energy that is electric, hypnotizing, magnetizing
The current rides on sound waves
and reaches its destination before I walk through the door
A jolt hits the chest of my observers
They stand still in reverence
I cut my eyes and a small smirk inhabits my full round lips
they know what the deal is when I come through
My arms swing like the pendulum on that old clock on your grandma’s wall
Never misses a beat
Tick, tock check my flow
No joke my swag is just that thorough
Consider me un fuck with able
You hear that?
I said UN FUCK WITH ABLE
Your rhetoric burns in my atmosphere
the ashes fall to my feet
The immateriality of it all carried away
by the wind of my intolerance
I wave bye with a force that knocks my observers off their feet.
They ain’t ready for me.
They try to stand up the force is still in the air
As a woman, black, curvy, educated, misunderstood, rebellious, entitled, undaunted
My walk is how I live my life
Creating rumbles, shakes and crack
Ignoring the “normal”
When I walk it’s so everyone can see me
My observers don’t have to ask
Who is she?
Where is she going?
Why is she going there?
They already know who I am