The toughest proposition(ing): addressing the Black female social/sexual climber. Escaping "crosstown," addressee is warned that getting over quashes the visualization of shared poverty. Everyone's under the same sun, but righteous admonishment can't disentangle itself from the "don't mind," otherwise there wouldn't be the admission that "higher ground" would be nice. Appeal to diurnal ordinariness--and salvation--is impossible when the city (all of it, in the case of New Orleans) can only stave off flooding while it continually sinks. Degenerative ascetisism, and digs/digging/ risks possibility for a confrontation (while drowning).