For Deyshia Hargrave

 For Deyshia Hargrave

I am the chronicler of our time

Deyshia Hargrave

You had best behave

Let me tell you of her crime

She wasn’t chewing bubble gum

That would have been glum

There was no teasing at all

Or wandering without a pass in the hall

Not a single vicious spitball was cast

Still her transgression was vast

Deyshia simply spoke her mind

To those in authority

But the bosses weren’t so kind

And in the Land of The Free

She was evicted from the room

Deyshia left voluntarily

But once outside the assembly

The marshal laid down the boom

Handcuffing Deyshia Hargrave

As if she was some wayward slave

She protested

To be molested

Then arrested

So the moral of the story

With all the unwanted glory

Teachers be smart and wise

Organize, organize, organize

One thing that you lack

Watch one another’s back 

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What’s A Girl To Do? (For Yesenia)

 What’s A Girl To Do? (For Yesenia)

 

They say

God is full of grace

I’ve had a long stay

And never seen His face

But holy rollers with an extra penny

I’ve seen a plenty

While the business man on the road

He wants to explode

To sing a merry rhyme and have a good old time

But selling sex is a crime

And thus I am just tolerated

While hypocritically hated

So I humbly ask you

What’s a girl to do?

Please tell me

Cause starvations wages

Won’t fill my child’s belly

You see there’s more to survival

Than just quoting the Bible

Wall Street gets a free pass

As does endless war

What of the working class?

Or the lonesome whore?

I sell my body

But those in control

Have sold their soul

And thus I am persecuted by those who make the laws

In some self righteous cause

But hear my hushed whisper

The politician is my best customer

So I humbly ask you

What’s a girl to do?

So until the revolution

And a permanent solution

I will practice my trade to get paid

Unless somebody slits my throat

Or beats me within an inch of my life

Just cause they can

And you don’t give a damn

As long as they don’t tell your wife

Tom, Dick, Harry and John

They’re all getting it on

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