this one section of map by bitch cakes
Confirm
I’m firm, you’re firm
Everybody’s firm
Frame a frown, in a frum forum
Formal frock, proper decorum
Made of faux fur, from afar for fun
On a fine farm, where yarn is spun
Form a first firm, rum ferment
Drink to n fro, firmament
Frizzle n frazzle, on a fulcrum
Plymouth rocks, like a pilgrim
Freeze a fruit, fry frumentum
Pick it up, try momentum
Have a pudding, or frumenty
Go for seconds, there’s aplenty
Never heard of, frumentacious
Sounds like something, ostentatious
Chirp a chirm, charm perform
To confirm, or conform
Three or four years ago I found a few rap/rhyme style poems on the Brooklyn Missed Connections that were clearly written by a young, orthodox Jewish woman. They were great fun and skillfully executed. Some time later, I read a story online that talked about an “illicit” rap video made by two students at an all-girls school in Brooklyn that had gone viral. I don’t know if the rappers in the video are the same as those who published on Craigslist (Brooklyn is a big place, after all) but I kind of like to think they are – and that I’ve managed to save a little bit of their UN-orthodox teenage years.
