Mix Tape

Sandra Simonds

 

               

                          

                          Shiva diva
                    with a shiv. Skeezer Shiva
                        knows what she do
                             and doesn’t giva.
                     Matryoshka doll Shiva
                    taking off her painted shells
                     until she’s solid, smells
                         like spray-paint
                     on the side of a NOLA-
                       bound freight into
                             Katrina mold on tax
                         docs from ’99.    
                   
              God-willing gangsta uncurling her
                      Insha’Allah fingers.             
           She ain’t no holla back girl
                  with broken acrylic tips going to 7-11
                       to buy some Bubble Yum
                              to take to hon,
                      doesn’t get shit-faced on
                            Assange’s Tweets
                                  or crunk on the dumb
                           lotus flower yoga pose.
               
                 Shiva diva rascal’s meaner.
                         Shimmying across
                       the Himalayan stage like
                     she’s  Sir. Edmond Hillary, the flapper.  
                      Itty bitty piggy Shiva shivers--  
                       Don’t let her get ya
                              car jack Shiva.
                       Master’s kill her
                        so she killer master.