My Ancestors Ride Wit Me
My ancestors ride wit me.
They twerk on the roof of the Uber
as I’m pulling up late to the party.
They gas me full tank and
yas me in the mirror
as I summon them out of me with
my mascara wands and glitter and
every time I draw my eyes on
Nana you encourage me
to keep my chin lifted upwards,
my eyes filling up with stars.I know I walk on
salt blood water tears.
I know the earth has been
beaten down and made gangsta
but sometimes, e hoas,
I just want to party.My ancestors ride wit me.