Jealous One
She was such a jealous girl
She couldn't stand next to flowers
Afraid their fragrance and beauty
Would eat her head and devour
Jealous and zealous
She acted like a little girl
With her tempers and tantrums
Screaming, her hair a tight fist whirl
Always was the jealous type
Insecure of her own moves
Sneaky and snake like
Asking if one approves
Always will be a jealous one
Picking and poking at the good
Waiting for someone to notice her
Knowing they never would
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