Ghetto girl sits and leans to the wall
Of her Moms stall
That is so very small
She sits in the hall
Gives her friend a phone call
In fall
While her friend is at the mall
Not caring of the insects that crawl
She says to her friend "She doing the most!"
I wish she was a ghost
Girl I saw her post
All she do is boast
I saw her at her house being a host
And with people making a toast
"Do you know that it was her Leisha smote?!"
She's nothing, that she needs to note
She made it obvious, with her ugly coat
Her dressing,What denote
Hear the words coming from my throat
From her mouth is a deadly poison of mote
Probably I just made a wrong quote
Still girl, don't push me off the boat
You get what I verbally with my voice wrote
I would mute her if I was her remote
"It's me!";not her, people should promote
For a long time her friends mouth was close
Like the sound of a turned off hose
She replied how she chose
She asked loud with a pose
"So whats wrong if she is doing the most?!"
If she gives of her best
It means her life is of her interest
You need to give it a rest
Don't hate her because she is bless
Her life shows and express
That your life is a mess
You say; you, people can't test
When you really are just less
An afraid bird in a nest
That knows you have to do anothers behest
Because for self esteem you wouldn't quest
Ghetto girl replied "Girl bye!"
Then ghetto girl hangs up the phone; my,my
The friend saw the truth she did want to deny
Sees you readers not far by
Then looks to you with a sigh
But soon smiles and says "Hey!"
Speaking to you, saying "I don't lie!"
"People!",showing her the truth I did try
©arianna.b
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