Oh, Shit has hit the ceiling.
The ball is rolling.
Milk is spelt.
No point crying over it.
Guess, we just have to clean it up when the time comes.
I lived long enough to know the tide will turn.
So in the meantime, here's a rap I wrote
(BEFORE TRUMP) to cheer you up.
MY DADDY TOLD ME
A WOMAN'S PLACE IS IN THE KICHEN
SO I WAS LIKE FUCK YOU
I DON'T WANNA BE A MICHON
I'M GONNA BE RICH AN'
I'M GONNA BE GREAT!
GONNA BE THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
NOT SOME CHICK SERVING EIGHT.
SO I ATE OUT OF PLASTIC FORKS AND PAPER PLATES
NEVER GONNA GET MY HANDS WET
MY MIND IS SET
NO KITCHEN FOR ME
HELLS NO
RATHER BE A HOE
THAN A DOE
RATHER SMOKE DOPE
THEN USE DISH SOAP
CAUSE I'M COOL LIKE THAT
CAUSE I'M FLY LIKE THAT
THEN I GOT KNOCKED UP
OH SHIT!
REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM!
FUCKED UP!
NOW I GOT ME 2 MOUTHS TO FEED
I WAS LIKE WHAT?!
WHAT YOU NEED?
I DON'T COOK
CHECK OUT MY PAPER PLATES!
AN' I GOT ME A LOOK OF HATE.
HUNGRY MEANS CRANKY
OBVIOUSLY, AND NO HANKY
SO, I STEPPED INTO THE KITCHEN
MADE THE ONE THING I KNEW - RICE!
NOW THEY'RE NICE
PLEASE MAMA COOK RICE.
NOW I'M MAMA RICE
APPLE OF THEIR EYE.
CENTER OF THEIR LIFE.
SO NOW I'M IN THE KITCHEN
I'M BITCHIN'
RICH IN LOVE!
writings of Judy Jean Kwon aka YoMamaRice
- yoMamaRice