why would you kill a baby?
i'm tired of being different from all these people who're the best
i'm tired of writing limericks, then i end up getting stressed
fuck all you female rappers who are so idealistic
rap about your body's imperfections, then i'll listen
i'm tired of my voluptuous curves that make my ass look older
i'm tired of always keeping this bra strap up from falling off my shoulder
i hate that i'm the odd one out in the office folder
but when those reports come out, guess who's getting smoldered?
i'm tired of pretending of being someone i'm really not
fuck the jealous bitches who believe that i'm a thot
if i ruled the world i'd find the man who shot my father
i'd take all the risks man could, and drown them in cold water
i hate that none of y'all ever understand the shit that i may say
it's hard enough to write something, when there's a message to convey
i hate how i'm worried about if i'll conjure hate
depressed i may not be alive before my next birthday
angry that i'm surrounded by people, but yet i'm still alone
always beating myself over what i may do wrong
if i ruled the world, i'd make you eat my pussy for a day
then when my period came, it'd be a desert and red sea
lately i'm always pondering who i may turn out to be,
tired of wondering what i'm gonna eat at night every week
hate that i'm venting through words when it's really not my thing
i'm tired of always being heard but i'm never really seen
fed up with bitches claiming they're a queen
if that were true, you build up your own instead of degrading me
i hate that i'm a nice girl who gets returned without a favor
fuck all these boys who've kissed me on my navel
if i had a million dollars, i'd pay for lifetime meals
we'd never be hungry, always chasing store brand deals
and if i had some to share, i'd pay my mama's light bill
murder all the women who took abortion pills, for an early lifetime will
i'd catch coronavirus just to save the weak and ill
i never really care if i die, but it's scary how it's real
i'd beat my own damn face like i'm committing emmet till
erase the memories of me contemplating suicide last year
i may hate it, but writing wipes up ever tear i may have spilled.
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Poetry5-7-5. IF YA LIKE SOMETHING YALL NEED TO VOTE FOR IT- PLEASE i made this cover and edited it, so it'd be nice if you didn't steal it. i'll get ur ip address trust 😈 honestly don't know wtf this is but it's beautiful to me ✨ started: 1/19/20 ended...
