Can't imitate me.
If you don't like me.
If you hate me.
This here ain't free.
Grown in these soils.
That's where this flower blooms.
But what do they care?
I need enough for them damn kids.
'Cause they ain't alright.
Can't imitate me.
If you don't like me.
If you hate me.
So mind that business.
Keep it cute and keep pushin'.
Can't ever take it down.
Can't climb up on this shit like this.
Sure, it's a whole catch.
But don't test me.
Hatin' cause I got what they lack.
So yeah, go ahead and stare.
Guess what?
I don't care.
Gone ahead and watch that fucking tone.
Not the tans though.
Can't imitate me.
If you don't like me.
If you hate me.
Ain't no summers off for this summer-born summer soul.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
