Seventeen-for Zoomie
warm spring night partying in someone's basement
pre-and post-pubescent bodies flood the dance floor
name brand covered hips gyrate to anything
and everything that they have heard at least once on WKYS
most of them too shy to spit game
so they let their bodies do the talking
on the floor steps a cinnamon colored princess
in her faves, stretch jeans, grey hoodie, with her Buttaz
she graces the dance floor with an associate
homie watches her move thinking "she phat as shyt"
two songs pass, questions make it thru lips
"umm..say, young, how old are you?"
rollin her eyes as a habit she says "thirteen"
his thug mug returns as he turns his back on her
actually wanting to be closer
in his mind, wishing he wasn't seventeen
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