Ms. NY / by Yessenia Funes

She walks the way
New York feels
She talks the language of the black leather heel
She feels the reason for that brown woman appeal,
The reason men can't help but kneel
They feenin' for a feel,
A sip,
A touch
Of that guacamole munch

The woman's one of a kind
She's a dime
Matter fact, fuck it -
She's a hunnit,
Worth way more than a lame ass scrub