By: Inyillah Borteh Conteh Kallon
I never ran away from home
I just grew bigger and couldn’t fit in anymore
Should’ve brought along the fire that led me to you
But I guess I was too afraid it’d rob you from me
And foolishly I sold my heart to you for an ounce of petty love,
Only to have you throwing it up and down like some cheap toy
Now I know why my Mama always wanted a boy;
They know how to chase and steal and not get caught
But what if I told you I can turn things around
Let you be the one to beg for mercy
I know you think you probably own me by now
But you couldn’t realize all along
I’ve got you wrapped around my pinkie
You see,
What my Mama didn’t realize is that
the girls are in fact the masterminds
We make the boys do all our dirty work while we make sure they don’t get caught
And that’s ‘cause we have them under control
Soft are our hands but hardened we are from the inside
I warn you, fear me
I should like to believe you owe me a great deal of gratitude;
I carry your name
I put food on your table
I warm your bed
I give you a home
I give you a family
And now I’m beginning to wonder where exactly I would strike that wouldn’t hurt you,
As I still struggle to see the almighty strength you say you possess
‘Cause I only need to push a button,
To have you at my feet
Calling my name
And begging to be fondled
Like a baby,
My baby.
‘Cause that’s what you are and will always be;
My poor little baby
Who needs Mama’s food to feel strong
Mama’s love to feel special
Mama’s warmth to feel good enough
Mama’s guidance to conquer the world
So I dare you,
Provoke me
Offend me
Vex me
Oh come on, I dare you to try
And let me show you why they call me:
Your missing rib
