Poetry Corner: Hot Girl Summer

Immature or insecure the actions of being a “whore”,

And societies acceptance is nothing less than obscure but in sex you find solace.

That thing between your legs some men will pay others will beg but not this king you see,

Oh you thought like Pookie from New Jack that pussy be controlling me.

You spread more than you thighs your bad energy,

Also lies claiming never to let anyone get close making ever lasting ties,

Always making excuses can’t accept your body is putrid and toxic.

Illusions of winning but royally and morally sinning self deception to boast a fake tough reputation

Somewhere between 19-33 maybe you decided a Queen you would never be.