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Okay Ladies! Perhaps some of you know what I'm talking
about in this poem and hopefully can relate. For those of us who live in big cities, we know how our urban brothers like to
wear the white tank tops. Well, it's not about the "T", it's about how you wear the "T". This
poem is a story about a brother who knows how to wear the "T". I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Click above to listen to Katherine recite this poem
White T
The night was hot and humid Who knew I would run into cupid Walked down the street to greet you From a distance I peeped you Standing in the middle of the street shining That white T caught my eye like a diamond We indulged in some convo lightly But the convo turned slightly Deeper than I thought it might And I think the way the breeze blew slightly Caressing you with my scent ever so lightly Made you really like me You spoke politely Told me about your ex-wifey I think you want me to be your next wifey You expressed yourself nicely Even a little feisty Your mental capacity shown brightly But not as bright as that white T Oh that white T! Had me higher than a kite be Oh that white T! Was worth the sight see You were thirsty for some iced tea And maybe something else I like the way you rock your jeans and that buckled belt With Crispy Stan Smiths I can tell you wanna make some plans with Me… Just do it Like Nike And next time I see you Make sure you wear that white T!
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