divine feminineA Poem by Nearly Blondedpossibly will be continued? first lyrics i’ve written in a hot second
none of my girls have a man to rely on
dirty auras, fingernails, no vacation to Saigon speckled faces, brown shoelaces, and a gram to get live on snakes and sinners, sacred dinner, tiny pinch like a hive hon miming words to Blonde at twelve midnight, letters on the shelves overdue checks, trojan blue pack, into one she only delves on occasion, cleanse the body mingle above hotel lobbies says superficial never hurt no one she loves too hard, loves too fast loves longer than he can last loves a girl, won’t love back predestined things just can’t be hacked © 2019 Nearly BlondedReviews
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StatsAuthorNearly BlondedPhiladelphia, PAAbout16 y/o Frank Ocean loving, book-bag shoving, racially ambiguous gal attempts to better herself and her writing, attempting to do so by getting feedback on her art: a concept. more..Writing
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