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To me,
you were
a wellspring
of beauty.
Brooklyn cutie
packaged
in brown sweetness
and petite-ness.
Golden foil
wrapped around
a chocolate
Hershey’s kiss:
Miss Queen B!tch.
Flawless.
How could I not
adore this?
I would have scaled
defensive walls
to breach your fortress
if I thought it
had a chance
of reversing
all the damage
you seemed
fraught with.
Fed by
serpent tongues
bent on
the mind control
of a young girl’s
loving heart
by spitting daggers
at your soul.
Ravaged spirit –
it appeared
upon your countenance
so cold.
It also came out
in your lyrics
in the guise of
brash and bold.
How many others
like you?
How many share
your pain?
How many
self-assurances
unraveled
by the games
of trifling ni99az
(me included
at one time
among these lames)
in our trivial pursuit
of kitten skin
and sloppy brain?
Left crying
in the shadows
simply ‘cause
they lack
your fame.
This is our shame.
Each tear dropped
is Our Shame.
-HymnAgen
