Hey Everyone! It’s Season 1 Of Take in 60. It is a series where I showcase my poems as a new artist.
Episode: 2 - Pumping Gas
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Poem Name: Pumping Gas
Instagram: @TabethaMcNeal
PUMPING GAS
Aight, so boom.
‘Cause life ain’t fair, homie—truth.
I know we—well, me, if I’m keepin’ it real—
Is tired of pumping gas.
I’m talkin’ anything below 65 degrees
And everything above.
Like… who raised y’all?
We—the women—we is tired, baby.
Let me set the scene.
It’s 7:30 PM.
7/11, or whatever low-priced gas station you at.
Edges hangin’ on by the grace of God and edge control,
Follicles tappin’ out.
They ain’t have no apple juice—none.
Not the little one in the plastic bottle, not even the off-brand.
Just vibes and disrespect.
And across the lot?
A gang of no-job-having, dreaded-up men,
No more than 3 to 6 deep, but loud like 30.
One got a good job but he like to hang out at gas stations.
Another tryna holler through a mouth full of Hot Cheetos.
“Yo ma, why you look so mad? You too fine to be frownin’.”
Sir.
I’m tired OF PUMPING GAS.
I’m one.
Just one.
WEE WOOO a away from calling my mama.
Like… I just wanted my gas and my Martinelli's.
Not a testimonial.
Not a freestyle.
Not a mixtape link.
Just some juice.
We tired, baby.
We tired.
Of pumping gas.
📣 Lol yeah so…
You can see that I hate pumping gas. But this came up from me just ranting about it during the wintertime over and over again.
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