Prepare your pupils/
It’s the pensive poet/
Propagating petulance to the proper from the poor/
To all the poppers out for presidents and po’up/
Pro’s poppin perks while their peers pressin record/
Precious princesses remove their petals treated like pawns/
Pushed off their pedestal to the bottom like prawns/
Popularity pulls my people to the precipice/
Peep the penalty we all payed to be pessimist/
Portrayed as pariahs preyed upon and then pillaged/
I’ll play the protagonist and put away our pathetic visage/
And turn every “Bad ” back to Celie in my village/
The color purple……………