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It’s throwback Thursday
so I wrote a rhyme
to take you way
back through my time

Venture with me
if you will
while I make your time
stand still

When girls rocked braids
instead of locs
when boys spit lyrics
on the blocks

When nerds like me
remained inside
‘cuz carryin’ books
was cause for chiii…ding
anyone who dared to be
a different personality

Street prophets
moved with swag
dismissed the beauty
that they had

Vulllll…nerable
yet full of fright
miiight … ier
but playing small
afraid of what would be their fall

Flexin’
halfway playing strong
scared to death
without a throng

This poem’s just for them
the original rude boys an ’em

Frontin’
flossin’
playing hard
scared that I might pull their card
out here on dis’ boulevard

Dare I beat them
at their game
dare I make them
forget their name

A girl can’t win
nah uh
no way
not then

But what now
you say?

—-

Written by Life Artist, Avril Somerville – Author | Speaker | Poet

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