Poet Jasmine Mans dedicates a poem to Nicki Minaj at University of Wisconsin’s 2010 Stomp Da Madness poetry event.While some may perceive her words as a diss, I think the young lady sees the influence that Barbie has on her fans and is simply pleading with her to use her powers for good and not evil.
“I have always been intrigued by your ass/I guess that’s what the world looked like after falling from your shoulders.”
Watch above and read the lyrics below:
Jasmine Mans at the 2010 Stomp Da Madness at University of Wisconsin- Madison. Nicki Minaj Poem
You are being traded paper in exchange for you to be plastic
All Dolls will eventually mal-function
(I don’t even know why these girls bother at this point like give it up, it ‘s me I win you lose)
I must admit
I have always been intrigued by your ass,
I guess that’s what the world looked like after falling from your shoulders.
(Like give it up)
You have the heartbeat of a suicide bomber
A baseline breathing out of your pulse
Your thighs play storage for the weight of this world
I dreamt that you used to back packed, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher
(Its just like I single handedly annihilated like every rap bitch in the build)
Traded in your crown for unsharpened pencils and blank CDs
(Like give it up)
Do you ever feel a cord gripping on your neck, choke, spit?
Don’t let this industry rape the Assata out of you
Can and will never be code for queen
You are a Queen no matter how many times they try to shuffle you back in tape decks.
Bi Sex, straight, you’ve earned my respect
(You da Bestest)
But I know your spine binds and crooked lines
And you can’t seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters
Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, bitch slapped, in videos
There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken
Do you know what this media is trying to do to you?
Look in the mirror, They will porcelain
Doll the shit out of you
Leave you noose necked hanging from Zion they will Lauryn Hill you
The mis-education of a Barbie doll coming soon
(I just had an epiphany)
Barbie, I think NYC is making you forget you come from Queens
It’s scary when you have wack MCs trying to ghost write your obituary
(You should buy a 16 cuz I write it good)
Your existence is not recyclable to me
Stop spitting me toy stories
Of Woodys and Buzzlight Years who only come alive when no body is watching
Once upon a time before puberty and tissue filled training bras all little girls wanted a toy chest
What do you treasure?
You have turned your G-spot into a land-mine
We have been waiting centuries for a woman like you to stomp your stiletto in history
This microphone is not a dildo so you are going to have to cum a little harder than that,
(I, win, I win, you lose)
Come a little harder for rap
Too many women before you have laid down tracks — UNIT…Y?
So you wouldn’t have to record your on your back
Spit some shit it for girls who kiss girls and got beat down to their backs
We will remember you for that
Lips sync your screams and remember your inflections and memorize your raps
For young money anyone can buy themselves their own ( I’m Nick Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki Barbie, the boss)
Crown, Vagina, Womanhood, and Talent,
All Sold separately
You are being stabbed in the back
Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?
(R, R, R, Roger that)
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