Got Game? Poem by Tamika Stubblefield

brotha’s be trippin’ sometimes
approachin’ sista’s with those lines:
“hey baby! ”
“how you doin’? ”
“I don’t care if you got a man,
I can treat you betta than he can.”
First of all brotha,
Let me tell you this,
You don’t even know my name
Yet you continue to kick your game
And I may be smilin’
But inside I’m dying
Cause your breath…
Is killin’ me!
Take a step or two back
Show me some respect
Use your intellect
And stimulate my mind
Instead of plannin’ how to get me in bed,
Ease on up inside my head
Speak to my soul
You see it takes some skill
You just can’t be all up in my grill
To win my attention and affection
So take you time
Polish up your lines
Because I am a woman