lost girl
she’s a lost girl with nothing in her world, she has a weave she can twirl but it won’t ever show she’s a pearl. The lost girl who would hurl when the liquor wasn’t good enough makes her bad endings while she’s in the hood & stuff. I don’t want to bring her there, I don’t want to hear she don’t care. I rather see her grace in every place she walks& hear her intelligence with every word she barks. I want her to grow from every curl that turned her around& hope to never again see her frown.
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