The Bad Bitch Bodega Cat

 

Have you ever thought of being a bodega cat?

A bad bitch bodega cat?

Lurking around the corner shops,

Waiting for a piece of meat to be thrown away.

Yes, that’s the one –

She bleeds boxer Ali through her chest,

While her brain reeks of Bobby Fischer,

This bad bitch is wearing my hijab

And scaring a many tom cats in her daily wars –

I want to be like her,

Just a bad bitch bodega cat,

Strutting through these boroughs

As a hooded figure, I meekly pass –

But the bodega cat isn’t one like me,

She hisses, and purrs,

And fiercely coughs up a hairball

Swearing and threatening the other cats,

Not just toms but bitches too –

No one dares to challenge her,

She beats the hell out of those oglers

Those who grope daughters –

Like cowards in crowded streets,

The bodega cat sharpens her claws with abuses,

With humiliation and lewd comments,

And blood.

She ushers me to wear my hijab,

A hijab of bad bitch

And walk on stilts, tall and brave –

Giving no two,

To the ones who are trampled below.