To My Beautiful Beeeeeee

Walking down Bedford spitting sunflower seeds and vintage Kim, Biggie, or Foxx

Mase, Big L, and the Lox

"I'm feelin' it 

96 and foreva'

Rock a block roc-a- _______"

Hold that!

Holdin you tighhhhtttt!

Brooklynbetty.BrooklynBerri.BoyBlue 

If anyone ever asks 

about the original muse 

of my poetic blues

I'll give 'em a Ce finger-point 

Directly toward you 

My mista'

Original fashion killa'

with her green streak

purple lips 

yellow Marrants

or black Chanel's

My Bee been fly since 

Signature Coach skippies 

and sidekicks

Back in o-six

Those were the days

Mannnn

If June only knew 

It was you 

he was talking to

On Aim 

He would flip out

No doubt 

I could never quite figure out  

how to talk to boys

Tunnel vision was unheard of

My emotions were 

impossible to tame 

I learned to have foresight 

From listening 

to your wise insight 

And watching your moves 

Half professor 

Half poet laureate 

You taught me 

the unwritten rules

And told me you were proud 

When I came into my own

My big sister 

And my older brother 

Girl-boy 

One of our many innies

They called us weirdos 

before it became cool

Our stockings were ripped 

Jackets adorned in tapestry

Flew to Paris just for patches

Almost burnt our weaves 

with Egypt's Shi-sha ashes 

You threw up in Ibiza 

I thought I was cool

Til' I passed out in Camden 

While still holding that damn baguette 

Wifi code almost killed us in Amsterdam

But talking about Atlanta 

is still 

strickly forbidden!

Along with any discussions 

About my soggy white Guess shorts 

in South Beach

Speaking of

Remember the search for those Labrons?

 Sneaker heads 

way before Rihanna 

put these other girls on

Back when 

being mixxy was poppin

Sneaking in VIP 

'Cause we were under 21

We just wanted to dance 

And recite 

Our favorite songs

Take it back to 

Bestbuy&Applebee's 

You got me that job.. 

I got you that job.. 

One hand wash the other ..

we always been the type to weather 

the brutalist of storms.

Hot summer days 

In the middle of SOHO 

Zo made me cry 

You were right there 

to wipe my eyes

Stranded in Rome 

Dead broke 

and on our own

We made it baby 

Cheers 

to the young sh*t

to independence

and 

to the absent fathers 

that made us strong 

enough to fight 

our greatest fears

We filled our selves with love 

And our glasses 

"to the top with Moët."

Mo'green 💚

Mo'C.R.E.A.M.

Wu-tang foreva

You and your gold fangs 

Kelis said you did it better

Guess I felt like reminiscing today

Looking at our old ratchet pics 

And thinking about how effortless it's always been

for you

 to bring me joy 

from within

Like the cherry blossoms in DC

warm Hawaiian bread 

and anything free

4 words:

She ain't no divaaaaa

3 words: 

Iight foot locker 

2 words:

banana peel

1 word:

Leeeeeeeeoooooo

Now stop!

Look into my eyes!

No don't look into my eyes!!!

I know I got you laughing

But I'm serious 

I wish we had each other in high school 

but at 19 

God couldn't have chosen 

a better time

We were fake grown

You in your red Pradas 

Me in my sparkly cowboy boots

We ain't win that popularity contest

But everybody knew 

We were the truth 

And truth is 

I couldn't imagine where I'd be if 

I didn't have you.