To the little girl that moves
to U.N.I.T.Y cause mommas
raising you right.
I promise this music
is for you.
You just got to find the right type.
Don’t let mainstream and the greed
for money sway to a catchy tune
ask you to twerk.
You see our art can be a hit
or miss but it’s new and learning.
Just like you.
Listen to Ms. Lauryn Hill’s “Doo Wop”
learn respect and how you’re to be
a gem in a sea of women
selling their soul to European ways.
Find yourself some Janelle Monae
groove to “I Got The Juice”
learn that you’re it, that light
shines on you, little girl.
Now find her track “I Like That”
learn how to love yourself
even when you’re low,
sitting on the shade.
Even the sun rests, babygirl.
Let’s learn our history
have our pain empower our inprint look up Rapsody
listen to her album Eve
especially her song titled “Nina”.
Let those tears form the words
you will choose to fight back.
Let’s take it further back
to the likes of TLC
how our hearts are not meant
for mediocracy
listen to “No Scrubs”
We got our own and more.
We deserve effort.
Let Unpretty remind us
how we are not to let anyone
make us feel unworthy–unpretty.
Now let’s have some fun
bring it to the now.
Search Lizzo
move to some “Juice”,
cause you’re goals
all they gotta do
is blame it on your juice.
“Truth Hurts” let’s you live
your toxic self
“Good As Hell” guides you
to embrace and be human.
Yes, little girls like you
can be superhuman
but you can rest as well
glorify how you heal
get right up
conquer what the world has set up
for you. Little girl,
hip hop is for you, too.
I was ten years old
I met my home
home is where your heart feels safe
my hometown being Chitown
where my heart strings roam through
skyscrapers, the Infamous Chicago blues,
windy skies and graffiti filled
with people like me and you
light skin, bi racial colors, attitude
for defenses and sixth senses
like watching the cue for when to run
express love thru rhythm and prose
where our environment shows us how to express
our words as subliminal messages
try to hear my art
there she was
sitting on the front steps of my building
by Little Village on 26th and Central Park Ave
Hip Hop
She whispered love thru musicians like Common
the notion that I deserve romance
in a city where sirens go off
where Chance the Rapper discussed into my mind
we are not living amongst gangs and crime
but a sea of art, spoken words, beats
THIS IS LIFE
we are producers, can manipulate the art
we offer through God
even amongst how some get lost
in these streets
don’t let the dark scary parts of home
sway you from the gospel
Hip Hop
Bj the Chicago Kid delivers for us too
we believe in kingdoms
choose to either create our struggle
or create with our struggles
praise comes in the form of art, love, and hip hop
now let me talk about Mr. West
made me fall hard
since his days from the blueprint
my streets say
“nothing is ever promised tomorrow today”
and though he became someone else
his form shows you how easy it is
to let Hip Hop take you away
from the harsh reality Chi-City can be
Hip Hop
on my headphones
on the way to school
where metal detectors checked us
for guns each morning
Hip Hop
kept giving me a beat to go thru
while emergency sirens went off
on the way home
Hip Hop
comforted me
when shotguns were heard
made me quiver
dream and wonder
Hip Hop
made me anxious
to deliver my message through words
if you can feel my words
if you can feel my hook and beat,
maybe you can hear her too
keeping me alive in the streets
away from crime
the day I fell for Hip Hop
was the day she saved my life
as Common said,
“I met this girl when I was ten years old”
and Her name for me was Hip Hop
AIDA FELICITAS RODRIGUEZ BARRERA is a latinx, genderfluid poet, also known by their poet name Cuppycake or Sebastian. They are currently an undergraduate at UTSA and are double majoring in English Language Arts with a concentration in Mexican American Studies and African American Studies and in Art History. They enjoy the Culinary Arts and plan to continue to break cultural stereotypes, homophobic teachings, and expose toxic, generational upbringings with their writings. More of their pieces can be seen on Cuppycake Writings and Poetry on Facebook.