Likkle Boi

"Psst
Psst,
Miss,
Lemme talk
To you for
A minute."

Taking in the
Boxers on display,
The jeans so tight
It is a wonder
They are able to
Hang so low,
The woman ten years
His senior sucks her teeth
As though sucking
The flesh off of
A kenep.

"Likkle boi,
Don't know
Him place,
Thinking a
Big 'oman
Like me would
Eva deal with
A likkle boi,"
She says, hiking up
Her bag and
Walking away.

All that likkle boy
Want is the two
Dollar me work
Hard for. He
Would t'ink is
His payment for
Rubbing my
Neck, feet....
And other such
Places.

Not dis 'oman yah,
My money is for
My clothes,
My food,
My child,
And no man alive
Would get a cent
Of it. I work too hard
To throw way
What likkle money
I work for.

If only that
Likkle boi did
Know that I only
Deal with man
And they money.
And by the look
Of things, I would
Become a man
Before that likkle boi
Ever would.


My attempt at dialect. LOL. Oh and this is "kenep"