Sister Girl
Sister girl you don't know me so please don't try me.
All the actions and things you say don't bother me
because I know it's fake anyway. It's something
like your hair. See I wear genuine leather,
and you, you wear pleather. So sweetie
don't get in my face, because I'm
the one who at least have a
place.I can be in my Rolls
Royce,instead of being
here dissing you
having no
remorse. You can't
say nothing because
now your on hush mouth.
Think about it your quite
as a mouse. Don't get in my
face. I'll put you in place.The
next time you want to cross roads
with me,I hope you'll flee or it'll
be best war in history.It'll be WWIII.
Copyright © Diona Finley | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment