I live in a world where, love means chaos and money is pure.
Little kids trying to exceed their age, tryna grow up too fast; not realising the pain they endure.
Homies and brothers, become your hubbies and lovers… guess thats just the way it is..
Babygirl, this is not your portion.
You are destined for so much more.
Fucking and sucking isn’t your job, for sure.
So be wise and slow down, your not a whore
Babygirl, trust me, your heart is pure..
You beamed of love, purity and humour
since immature idiots took advantage, you couldn’t find yourself any sooner.
So babygirl, talk to me, don’t hide your scars.
Babygirl, talk to me whether I’m near or far.
Babygirl, talk to me, wanna let you know I’m down
Babygirl, talk to me, I just dont wanna see you frown…
Mary Lawal II
I wrote this poem in favour of someone who I love dearly, and to most girls out there feeling like damaged goods, I hear what you’re saying, babygirl; but stay strong and prosper.
nini :D x <3