I saw her in Walmart,
The skanky ho,
Why I wouldn't have touched her with the tips of my finger
Or a ten-foot pole.
Stringy unwashed hair,
Unbathed and unclean,
She thinks you are a dream,
He He He
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
She and her crackerjack prize of a man,
She thinks she got it from me,
The thing about it is a ho's a ho,
And you don't have to care for a ho.
I've moved on,
So please leave me alone.
Don't want your drama spilling up in here,
Go home, whore moan, lol.
By: Bernice Bowling
Come take a walk with me on a journey through my thoughts and imagination. It's a place where a girl who loves to create. whether it be laughter, through dolls or simply a poem or even a scary story or two, lol. loves helping people through some of her writings, and by giving encouragement whenever she can, and but most of all it's a walk with a girl who loves her son, and knows he's the reason for living.
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