People say,
find what makes you
or figure out what fits for you
the most
then run with it
but the only thing that runs through those vans
are FUCK UPS
everything you tough
fucks up
folks that pass you get stood up
fucking up people's mental
food them what you want
but with assumptions
of a dim
DIVA IN MAKING
you thought you were the finest vine
a flower that could be unbroken
untouched
a master of disguise
BITCH
you ain't nothing but a
FUCK UP
yo momma should taught you better
yo Daddy should been there to help with
problem-solving
self-awareness
communication
critical-thinking
before you
was strung out
and popped out a life that didn't ask to be here
she didn't choose you
you choose her
"so let me make myself clear"
"play your cards wisely, and it will be worth the ride. and when the time is right you'll be able to fly high."
'but don't fuck up this baby's trying to find this life-like high"
- Author: Seeds4 poetry ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2024 19:20
- Category: Unclassified
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