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    UPTOWN GIRL

    The morning sun pokes through skeletons
    reminding you
    of another time
    oh yes,
    back in the day
    the River was Crystal clear
    and mighty fine
    but
    you left
    left 2 move up but the move was lateral
    skeletons not buried always follow
    So many nights you wake up
    in your magnificent house with vaulted ceilings
    and cry 4 a little girl in pigtails being chased
    by the Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow

    Yes, there is something
    you left behind
    near that river so fine
    a piece of yourself you'd love 2 reclaim
    but, 2 reclaim your past
    the good times won't last
    because your oh, so perfect husband
    cares less about the depth of your pain

    So, you sit at work
    listening 2 Ted the Jerk's racist rant
    about those people UPTOWN
    little does he know you vibe on Motown
    and do the Boogaloo
    when no one's around

    Still, you had 2 give up dem ribs and fried chicken
    2 eat mixed salads
    at Tavern On The Green
    tears come 2 your eyes
    as your mentally reprise
    you 'n yo homegirls singin'
    Life Could Be a Dream

    Hey, you had 2 give your homegirls up
    your husband said
    they weren't cut
    from the fabric you now own
    still, you sit up all night wondering
    is my heart in this house?
    or
    Is Harlem its home?

    Check him out
    your husband, six foot five
    cocoa tan with light green eyes
    the envy of all the ladies at the private club
    and yet, you're forced 2 repress
    the feeling inside of your chest
    when you reminisce on the nights
    you and your old boyfriend Kareem
    shared a dub

    Oh girl, you laughed until your sides hurt
    ate all of his Momma's food
    hell, you ain't had that much fun since
    but, as the wife of a husband
    in the Black Social Register
    hey, you go girl
    you gotta represent

    Driving home from work
    you see a park and ease off the clutch
    3 little black girls
    are payin double-dutch
    and the smallest one with the pigtails
    reminds you of yourself
    tears form in your eyes
    when you suddenly realize
    how many memories in time
    you've been force 2 melt

    yeah, those sublte reminders
    from a mother-in-law
    wearin blinders
    make you think twice
    you buy a painting at the Black Arts Festival
    and your husband promply
    takes it down
    so, you creep into the basement
    and admire it when no one's around

    There you sit, lost in thought
    alone with fractured dreams
    and then, you hear a voice

    YO, YO SISTA YOU LOST?!?

    Oh my God, OH MY GOD
    what a cost
    you're hyperventilating, sweating, so damn afraid
    will he rob me, rape me...OH GOD
    your world is steadily shrinking
    and then, you look into his downcast eyes
    and realize
    he knows what you're thinking

    LOOK, I'M SORRY SISTA
    U JUST DON'T LOOK LIKE U BELONG UP HERE

    For some odd reason you feel
    this brutha's being real
    so, you stop cowering in fear
    and dry your tears

    HEY! OH S--T, I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE!
    HELLA YES, WAIT A MINUTE..I KNOW..I KNOW
    SISTA, U WERE AT THE BLACK ARTS SHOW!
    DAYUUUMMMM!!!

    humph..no I am sorry
    you do NOT know me
    that show was invitation only
    and I AM SURE YOU were NOT on the list!
    Bro-ham starts 2 smile
    he's been hiding somethin 4 a while
    and now, he can't resist..

    HA HA HA! I KNOW WHO U ARE
    I PEEPED YOU FROM AFAR
    BUT U WERE BUSY NEGOTIATING
    I WASN'T GONNA TELL
    BUT..WHAT THE HELL

    I'M THE ARTIST OF
    THE GHETTO GIRL BY THE RIVER PAINTING!!!
    YEAH...
    MY OLDER BROTHER....KAREEM
    USTA RUN AND SCHEME
    WIT THIS SISTA BACK IN THE DAY
    HE SAID SHE ALWAYS TALKED BOUT THE RIVER
    HOW WATER IS A LIFE GIVER
    LEAST DAT'S THE S--T HE SAY
    WELL SISTA..U BETTA GO ON HOME
    UP HERE AIN'T NO PLACE 2 BE ALONE
    BESIDES..THE RIVER IS ALL POLLUTED NOW
    AIN'T NUTHIN BUT OLD CONDOMS AND S--TTY DIAPERS 2 SEE
    WHAT? HELLA YES..I KNOW WHO U ARE!
    JUST BY THE WAY U WAS WATCHIN DEM GIRLS
    PLAY DOUBLE-DUTCH IN YOUR CAR
    THE...TEARS IN UR EYES GAVE AWAY
    UR IDENTITY
    DAMN!...WHAT UP MISS REE-REE!!
    YO 4 REAL, I CAN'T WAIT 2 TELL KAREEM
    HOW GOOD U STILL LOOKIN!

    ALL TRIMED AND TONED
    LOOK MISS REE, I GOT SOMETHIN 2 SAY
    BEFORE U GIT ON UR WAY
    1ST, THANK YOU 4 BUYIN THE PAINTING
    AND SECOND...BIG SISTER

    WELCOME HOME!!!

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    • 21 December 2010
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