Fuckboy Season
free verse by April Hawkins
Fuckboy Season
Damn, my return to the scene coincides with Fuckboy season.
Looks like I’m going to have to lay low until the fall.
Seems like every ho type keeps trying to give me a reason,
But I just keep smiling and blowing kisses at y’all.
It looks like a parade honoring the Fuckboys of yore
Continuously popping up out of the woodwork to rehash
I’ll repeat the mantra for the slow niggas in the back
No Fuckboys, please, I only speak cash
No Fuckboys by marriage or a Fuckboy in Law
Fuckboys aren’t good company
No Fuckboys in a past life or young ass Fuckboy pledges
Man, swat that pussy Fuckboy off of me.
No secret side stash Fuckboys for a greasy Fuckboy lay
No Fuckboys last year.
No Fuckboys next May.
I’ll be back to converse when these Fuckboys hibernate.
You know how Fuckboys do it
Grow a Fuckboy beard, Sleep in Fuckboy late.
Man, fuck these fucking Fuckboys
Breathing all the unfucked air
Fuckboys grabbing on my wrists
Fuckboys sniffing at my hair.
Nothing worse than a fuck ass Fuckboy
They’re all up in the fucking mix
They have tired ass game trying to sell you a dream
Fuckboy eight is a real man six.
If you’re a Fuckboy by day, you’re a Fuckboy at night
A Fuckboy near or far
Fuckboy at home or Fuckboy abroad
Fuckboy tatted with a Fuckboy scar
Listen, you couldn’t beat the Fuckboy outcha with a stick
You hold an annual Fuckboy pass
A Fuckboy won’t hesitate to call another Fuckboy out
Fuckboys undercover like it in the ass.
These Fuckboys start young,
Then take Fuckboy pensions
Fuckboys can’t handle their Fuckboy lives
They’re just honorable Fuckboy mentions.
Man, fuck these fucking Fuckboys
They’re drama hued hos
Fuckboys fuel their own gossipy shows.
Fuckboys like the taste of your name in their mouths.
Fuckboys in their feelings like hos.
Fuck these fucking Fuckboys, they’re certified pussies
I wish a Fuckboy would
Don’t bring them fucking Fuckboys nowhere around me
Fuckboys ain’t about shit but no good.