CALL ME A CRAZY BITCH

Call me a crazy bitch and hungry
At least you know better than to mess with that fem doggie when it is hungry
Imagine presenting yourself as an anger bait
…in its dangerous fate
Oboy, you know your death will not be palatable

II
Call me a crazy bitch and lonely
At least you know lonely bitches hunt their wildest games
And are fierce in protecting the territory of their games
Present yourself as bait and be caught
And feel its fierce lot
Oboy, you know your death will be miserable

III
Call me a crazy bitch and rich
At least you know I can fend for my claws
And take good care of my jaws
And my speed won’t fail
For I can feed my strength to sharpen my eyes
Imagine you found in my territory holding onto your lies
Oboy, your death will be pitiable

IV
If you know me as a crazy bitch
Do stay out of my reach
For my teeth know how to better put you in stitches
When you sell me as filth in your horrid outreaches
When I get you, your soul will be my bread
Your bones will help build my shed
Your spirit will be my water
As I suck your blood in my defining slaughter
For a crazy bitch has no conscience in killing
And for fitting in its nature to curb your insanity, I’m ever so willing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 28, 2021