Dance dance dance
You can be like these carefree black girls on tv too
You can break out of the highrises and blocks that suffocate you too
You just gotta dance and prove you’re worth it too
Because if you complain Modern Ms Baker, they’ll say you’re clinically insane and act mundane to your pain
So don’t complain.
Not even when these men fondle your small breasts
Or make asinine requests
Or when they forget to pay you
And shame you for your success
You dance dance dance
Half naked, brazen and for their entertainment
Unashamed and so amazing
Alluring and captivating
The very best
They love to hate you.
They ask “Ms Baker, do you not have any respect”
People at home will shun you
For you are no more different in their eyes from a common sket
But remember to dance, dance, dance
My Modern Ms Baker
Your bed has been made and kept
A grave made by your struggles and success.