Black Poetry : she's a BROWN SOUL SISTA here in VIRGINIA BEACH blister the street when she throw butt boys want her KRISPY KREME do-nut and so they blow up her phone

[rhymebad]

sex could be a pessimistic habit.
and boys kiss it and grab it.
boys are like butterflies.
they clutter the skies.
then navigate and grab cake.
stay out late and try make.
love, one time twisting around.
in a favored fishing ground
a boy walked up and wanted some.
she just played dumb like huh?
oh, she was so hot down there.
her coochee a wet threat he may get.