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Gabrielle Jean Poem
What a ***** to find time to creep into another woman's bed
or maybe a rat to scurry under my feet for cheese and bread
askin for two shots ina each her toe, knee, chest, and head
Mi na ramp wit dem tings deh fi nobody but my own
My mother told me dat every man will chase fa gold
He'll climb til his youngest grandchild is grey and old
So why be one rat when you can be a Queen
mek him reach fa yu instead of looking cabinets between
Queen had to brush my teeth and wash my face
I had to fluff my pillows and pray for the day
Reminiscing on the bull**** that i just had to lay
Another day on this mutha****in paper chase
As horny as i thought i was i felt my walls pulsing
when i read " till her pussy dry and swollen"
But as i read on... i realized someone was cloning
Remaking the same NIGGA over and again
The life of a rap star. Does that mean you pimp
Does that mean I can ask you questions just like that hoodrat *****
You say you like what you see but you willing to fight yourself
One taste of this Queen melt yo Pimp Heavyweight belt
I told you your style was dope that i hadn't seen one in a while
a while meaning a year, said behind the same sly smile
Maybe that's the b.f you speak of that i'm creeping you with
the one that you reminded me of... with all these hot lyrics
I stay searching for real niggas because they seek me out too
They want a reminder we still exist even across a border or two
my single ass skipped the class on Game but made it to period two
the class on Guns, Poetry, Money, & Family.There were only me and you.
I thought.... Well damn, Any other real niggas but just a few?
Am i the only female left? Does no one have a clue?
That sex is all good from jump and beyond but money got me boo
Even if you aint got the green, ****, help me get on too
or point me in the direction of who to talk to
I'm getting a little Too fresh, it seems, for you
let me switch up my sexxxy back since I only gave you verse two
Copyright © Gabrielle Jean | Year Posted 2014
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Gabrielle Jean Poem
A possible endless abyss
The depths of branches and leaves
A horizon beyond the brush
A place never seen
But I want to go there
My steps grow stronger
My mind and eyes focused
Never to drift or to wonder
Agile and persistent
A de ja vu of disappointment
The end seems so near yet too far
But I want to go there
What ending would be the same
If a beginning never changed
What hill would climb so easy
If not mistaken for a mountain
The moment when the brush clears and the stems part
Where the leaves fall and the birds fly
Where the water crashes to the cliff and the dolphins sing
Where the sky covered by nests becomes as blue as its reflection
Where the sun shines through your face with the warmth of a mothers embrace
I want to got there
Wolves and bears don't cross my mind
Snakes and Ants don't phase me
Focused on that horizon beyond the brush
My steps grow faster
I can see it now
Closer does it get to my fingertips
I can smell it, the salt of the sea
This place unfamiliar, desserted it seems
A wilderness of "want" never charted
But I want to go there
The cliff
The last of it
The moment when
The space between
The jump into
The unknown dream
The fast decend
The cliff, the need
The beyond is where I want to be
My reflection in the glass frees me
My joy and pain matter none at all
The feeling of a new beginning
The relief of a long awaiting
-But I can't swim-
Copyright © Gabrielle Jean | Year Posted 2014
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