That’s Not My Name

What did you called me? That’s not my name It’s a darn shame In the year 2015 You’re still behaving like a bee You will never be a queen. You must be deaf or ignorant That’s not my name I can speak; I am competent I am brave enough to put the flame On your tongue, but I am afraid to pour honey On your thighs, chests, chess, dominoes and ears There’s no love between you and me Around you, I only see tears. Call me by my birth’s name That’s all I want from you Stop putting the blame On the grill and the honeydew. My name does not rhyme with hunger And yours does not sound like rich However, you will get respect and honor If you treat everybody on the niche Like you want to be treated Like you want to be celebrated You can call me sir or brother And in return, you’ll be my friend or sister.