The Good Kind of Bad

She think she bad/

Like cookies with milk chips/

sweet and salty nostalgia/

Like popsicle drop down sticky ant hill hands/

to cement/ and she is.

Is way more than mulatto/

good like molasses/ take her time/

there's a porch that lives in her belly/

it got a swing for two children/ turned lovers/

and I can see her/ dance around her bedroom/

through her window eyes/ there's a home in her/

make a red carpet out of her tongue/

with her good for lovin' mouth/

her sweat smell like Mississippi/

like wheat field runnin'/ and she got honey

on the ends of her hair.

So she allowed to think she bad.

when everything about her is home/

everything about her is euphoria/ taking trips with ethereal/

she be something else/

she be Amazon lady with three arms/

and ample breasts/ and three hair/

there/ you'll see the center of the universe

in her chest/ so she allowed to think you bad/

and when you fuckin' her

I hope you know you shiftin' tectonic plates/

let the people know a miracle is happening/

make it dirty/

sticky/

love is made out of secret/

private things/

gather all the mess/

all the drippings/

and stir it in with your tea of choice/

ain't it the sweetest...so yes/

she allowed to think she bad/

when she's made of so much good.