pounding are my feet
on the earth asking for its approval to uphold me
should she stay or
should I �just let her�.
Ass gooooooooo!
u ask who is and what for
is this thing called sabor
lightly sprinkled
but hold back a snip of tinkle
this flavorful women lies here with out wrinkles
and even if she did
the young men get hot como calor cause
this mija Latina is filled with sssssssabor
note to self
the times have changed
we aren�t weak anymore
get married, have differences
and can afford to pay for a divorce
have any questions?
see my Latina lawyer in court
watch her plead and plead
as her heart bleeds
generations of struggling women
that paid for her to succeed and strive!
had the almost dead planting seed to stay alive.
I aint talking no jive,
you men give us the finger as we point to the lie
And we keep on pointing to this guy
that doesn�t know about dolor
cause this chick aqui
already knows she�s filled with
sssssaaaaboor
Through every sweat to sweet pore,
we have babies that grow up to reinvent clothes from the 80�s,
to opening doors for old ladies,
inventing something crazy
and end up driving in a red and green Mercedes,
u stand back and wonder
did this creature come out of this belly
this womb
this tomb
from what was nothing magically appeared
Inside you 9 months
and kick out when they turn 18 years
but cry off and on
cause they are in their college days
and when they come back home,
u are rid of your fears
then u raise
that hand up
and beat them for leaving u alone for 4 years.
And they understand
cause that�s tough amor
porque that Latina that is whooping their ass has
sssssssabor.
Got that hair weaved in braids
or full with long waves,
some got they legs shaved?
Well, who knows nowadays?
Got that mystique, some sort of aura,
that can brighten up the tragic,
I�ll call u Merlincita
cause mija u cook like magic,
and make it disappear
like lost kids in an enchantment forest,
u can sell dirt to a florist, and give wealth to the poorest,
and still stay in the zone
cause your flavor out lasts 10 full lifetimes supplies of Sazo�n
lets write your name in the sky with stars
and throw roses where u walk on the floor
cause you are the Latina queen of your existence
and are filled
with
sssssssssaaabor.
Written by: Roberta M. Rosa
RoRo Prodictions �2004
