I was inspired by this ratchet queen. She encouraged me to write my first poem. I am a beginner, so please do not be too critical.
This poem is called Sharkeisha...
Oh who…Oh who is she in the shorts and winter wool cap
Fist on her hips like she is a matter of fact
Face on full grimace, I wonder what’s her premise
The girl before her could not ask why
Because wicked strong blow hit her in between the eyes
Sharkeisha…Sharkeisha…a hoodrat called out
But that didn’t stop her she then kicked her in the mouth
Still full of rage as they pulled her away
She was not done so she decided to stay
“Who are you trying fukk” Sharkeisha screamed out
The girl said nothing while holding her beaten mouth
So Sharkeisha walk away and everything went as planned
Because still in the end, Sharkeisha still has her man
Thank you for your time.