it takes more than
a ham sandwich
& a starched shirt
to keep a man
a full lunch pail
with a home cooked meal
ain't always the way
to his heart
he say
he want a woman
who ain't afraid to sweat
someplace other
than in the kitchen
can arch her back
for somethin' other
than the scrubbin'
of someone else's floors
say he want a devil woman
an ol' fast tail huzzy
who wears everything
at least two sizes too small
showin’ all her false curves
a no shame havin' heffa
who will drink anything
slid in her direction
thinkin' her drunken howl
is some sorta music
that charms the night
gotta smell like lilacs
everytime they go to the store
if they even know where the store is
the kinda woman
whose favorite color is red
mouth: matchstick tip red
cheeks: rouged ruby red
fingernails: fire engine red
bet even her underclothes is red
if she even wear any
what she know about the kinda red
that poured outta me
the night I gave birth
to our first child
the rust red stained sheets
I had to wash the next day
'cuz they were our only set
the red that fills me up like lava
everytime I smell lilacs on my pillowcase
that's the kinda woman
he say he want
the kind who don't give a damn
'bout a woman like me
or any of the other wives
whose husbands she fucks
