Black Poetry : SHE SAID: she's been fine But had this friend online. Went on a cake date with a boy. And like sleazy dancers There are no easy answers. For her, lov

This quite alien to her thoughts.
She’s failing and caught.
Up in the game of HIP HOP
Which leads to a slip knot.
Hanging rhymes above her head
Banging in the club misled
Like flowers her breasts bloom
We could rest to a tune.
Girl, you got the best perfume.
Let him lift your dress and kaboom.
Aw girl your rump is nice.
Like a clump of ice
 

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