I used to be prudent

Second guess, dislike.
But now I’m being Judas
Betray my right mind.
Usually I don’t do this
Still I just might
Since I express myself best
When I’m left to write.
Not ambidextrous but yes
Even my left is right.
Southpaw from the West
On Southwest Air, like
Entendres doubled-over
No In-N-Outs, read it twice.
Now you double-doubled over
Can’t shake the fries.
Cause I’m sick with this pen
Call me carcinogen.
Chemotherapy preparing me
To lose it again
My hair that is
You know how unfair that is?
My alliterations a-literally
Nair these kids.
Oh, it aint my fault
That I talk like this
Pops walked this way
So I’m following his.
I aint trying to front
I hate trying to flaunt
But double-space my fonts
So you don’t get daunt.
Cause when I lace this page
With phrases like “daunt”
People look side-ways
Like, “what the font?
Who you trying to kid
Using words like this
You’re still a kid
You’re still a nigg
Ah..”
They call it talking white
I call it English-spit.
They’re mis-led, mis-educated
Hooligans
And now they got me acting
A-fool a-gain
Pen and pad in hand
Trade tools, I’m in.
And as a femme is higher up
Than a whore
Still my pen is mightier
Than your sword.

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