A cream of the crop, a cherry on top.

kasie guys called her a black cherry.body shaped like a bottle of champaign, she cat walked the streets as if she owned them.

Guys would make orchestras sounds with their whistles trying to grap her attention as she walked by.she flicked her weave back n forth, while pouting her red glossy lips, hips moving side to side perfectly with d rhythm of her heals..tip toe tip toe tip!

She flirts with her lips, hair, moves n voice....she is a type that never speaks with words, she always gets what she wants and once she rides a horse she makes sure that it reaches the peak.

At night she dances to the sound of man who craves to eat the honey from her flower... they indulge in d sweetness of it, eat as much as they can n leave to go home to their wives.
She puffs her Smoke as she sips from the green bottle n smiles as if all is well.she never wants to sleep, she escapes her reality by parting at night and mourning uhhhs n ahhhs to man.the only time she feels special is when a man is inside her or buys her a drink.

Just because of 1man who told her she is good in nothing, and only said I love u when within her, and a father who told her she is useless.
she would mourn the death of her mother as her father would gently rub her tights and sush her with lullaby’s then enter her gently as he said Daddy is healing you baby girl.

They called her a jesebel... every time the pastor preaches she feels she is being crucified... she singed the song WHY ME, she cried until she couldn’t  feel her Tears... and now she locked the bathroom door, carries a Gun on her head....wondering should I pull the trigger???????