Naudia Williams
We footwork
In basements
Ditches or after doing dishes
We bounce
and break backs
like chiropractic
To break death by its casket
We bop
until legs
go numb
or until harolds
or uncle Remus
run out of mild sauce
We juke
until we can afford
another bus card
Until cta stop being so fu
We dive
into deep dish
like the last supper
Praying
on bended
concrete and potholes
We pray
like the bulls
are gonna finally win
a championship
Or until chance
wins a 4th Grammy
We laugh
like Kanye gon’
come back
And sit at the feet
of dondas house
Like we ain’t all broke-broke phi broke we ain’t got it