"BLACK QUEENS..."

Standing on the corner of 7^th and Center, I saw it clear as day.

With traffic moving to the pulsating rhythm of an urban mix tape, a truck’s bed slamming the pavement as a Monte Carlo beats so aggressively like the hearts of young colored boys in Milwaukee. 

Man, pull up your pants. You are not in a video Sherman Show 24 Hours a day. You are not living “La Vida Loca” telling tales of selling Coca, but your story sounds so much, like a Rick Ross track…. but that’s another poem.

I saw it with my own eyes. On the corner not too far from the bus stop just as the bus dropped off and picked up daughters and sons, those unaware of what I was about to witness. 

THERE!!!! There at the Yellow house with all those dusty Niggas drinking beer on the curb. The Yellow house with paint peeling and wood rotting and the old mattresses mildewing in the over grown backyard.

A woman from the Yellow house stood and walked from the porch slowly towards the curb. Probably on W-2 cause we in the hood and all ghetto Niggas are recipients. She just walked to the curb between the house and the bus stop, but near the curb. Never mind the traffic and the daughters and sons getting on and off the bus.

She, in broad daylight, pulled up her dress and squatted down. Her ass inches away from the ground and her dress balled up in her hand. This trifling bitch shit on the curb in broad daylight.

Please Milwaukee, help me understand what would make this trifling bitch shit on the curb in broad daylight?

First thought…

My first thought was she must be a client from the County Behavioral Health, but that was run like a hoe house and even retards know how to use a toilet.

Was she drunk?

Was she that drunk she lost the idea of being regal even though she was only a Black Queen in Ghetto theology?

No, I don’t think all black women are queens and this trifling bitch made sure of that.

I prayed for Milwaukee’s Finest to roll through and I would’ve love to see that Mil-Town Ass Whipping our police are know for handing out!!!

Cars honked their horns and cell phones took aim. Yells from the opposite side of the street rained in on her; and the disquist in me boiled up like a birthing volcano…but then, just as trifling, with her head up she continued to shit. And as smoothly as she dropped down…she finished. She stood up and returned back to the porch.

Not all Black women are queens.