My hair must be just so,
Clothes, just check the tags,
My reputations everything,
I cant be seen in rags.
Perfection, look no further,
This is why I reign,
Queen bee of my little hive,
All ruled by one brain.
I do not see the way I act,
Speaks of what's ahead,
Ripples turning into waves,
For karma must be fed.
Power can be toxic,
Especially in a clique,
When you're hurting out of pleasure,
Preying on the meek.
Superficial measurements,
Don't speak of what is real,
Unless of course you look inside,
At weakness you conceal.
Yes it's nice to be admired,
Or be part of the pack,
But poplar's not pretty,
When it stabs you in the back.
do you like the poem i wrote ?? 1-10?
2007-08-13
14:45:06
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Kelli-Anne h
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