"Brittany is the Chronic"

I’d like to throw a shout-out to my Wizzle named Brizzle.

I wrote this poem in ebonic, cuz you’re the finest chronic!

You always gotts’ my back, even when I’m acting wack.

I’m putting down this rhyme, hoping it’s in time.

I love you Boo, like the day I said, “I do”.

Owen is so much fun, and I be jonesing for another one.

You make the best Motha, “O” boy wants a Sista or maybe a Brotha.

So don’t be deceived, I think we should conceive.

Let’s get down to business, cause I know you can’t resist this!

Now you start to get my drift, second gear we begin to shift.

Let’s replenish and multiply, before we grow old and die.

Here's a little something that I compiled while in class. I love you Brittany, see you soon.