A Picker Picker Who Picked the Wrong Picker
A picker picker who picked the wrong picker.
To bully the wrong victim.
Who's already thirsty to rip up flesh like a wolf.
Ripping up your insides to see what it's made off.
Since you like to be a bully to make yourself look cool.
Hunger to make you pay the price for being a bully.
This time it won't be a whip I'll use like back then in junior high.
Self defense is my game, for being a bully is not what I play.
Thirsty to rip your gust out. for trying to use my poem against me.
for exposing you.
I will never be a victim by you nether will my love one.
Copyright © Nagella Jean-Baptiste | Year Posted 2018
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