Bad Rap
Babygirl, someone needs to say
you can't go on acting this way.
If you don't learn another tune,
the party will be over soon.
Rude, without a clue
know-it-all, that's you.
Good intentions aside,
you don't deserve this ride.
That phony, baloney,
holy sanctimony
is not lost on me.
Just let it be.
Insecure, immature,
but there's a cure.
Life's journey mocks
the school of hard knocks.
Daddy's spoiled child;
He always smiled.
Welcome to what's real.
How ya gonna deal?
Play it out.
Leave no doubt.
Take a stand.
Play your hand.
So, what's up?
Go grow up.
Be a woman,
Know you can.
July 5, 2015
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2015
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