Photo: Double Dutch, Brian Plonka
Double Dutch don’t mean much
Jumping rope cla-clack clu-clutch
The sistahs smacking gum and such
To pass the summer heat’s wry touch.
The metronomic rhythm rides
The inner city’s fateful tides
As the Double Dutch ropes fly
See which sistah bids her byes
Jump in jump out the timing goes
Like so many of her urban woes
The brothas say they work they hoes
They aint be frontin I suppose
Two ropes determine who can stay
That’s how the Double gets his way
The Dutch alliteration play
Means sistahs let chance have its say
The game of risk is what’s at stake
In sex and love that lovers make
The girl’s virginity he take
It flares on concrete watch it bake
She falls into the playah’s trap
The ropes collide and sting and wrap
She aint about to take this crap
When he stops her with a slap
The next girl pauses before jump
Will she avoid the natal bump
That threatens from the double hump
Will Double Dutch ropes make her gump
And from my flat I watch it all
One rope of pride, one rope of fall
The ritual of summer’s call
Still preys upon young sistahs y’all
See DD is a brother’s game
The sistahs chide that it’s to blame
Both sexes playin all the same
Like timebombs bout to trip
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