My bitches
Run a man mad
Like
We got a secret language
Sigils writ
In eyebrows done up
Masterful like frames for wise eyes
Eyeliner done up
Stabby perfection
Or raggedy nails
And a face
So beat
The Gawds gon’ weep.
My bitches
Know
On a glance
With a secret nod.
Femmes
Strolling
With
Big dick energy
Run men mad
And
Gonna inherit
The earth.