The Neighborhood's Pride.
She was a modest, with beauty all over her.
She was a damsel, with her thighs closed.
She was full of laughter, everywhere she went.
She was a pride to our Neighborhood.
Not until yesterday,
Powerless she was laid by seven omis,
tearing away her pride,
Burning down her ego, like the act will
redeemed them of their sins.
While her tears flowed to the flowdest sea,
They laughed and said:
She swung her waist like a Queen,
People flocked around her, like a hive
of honey bees.
She rode her breasts, unlike their mamas' breasts.
She failed to quench their thirst for her cookies.
Why won't we puke on her inner mystery
and show the town we are omis
Gossipers: "she was caught in the act
with seven omis.
Laughs! Ah!ah! Ki!ki! Like
she did not enjoyed it hun! Pa!pa! Hands clap.
She now claimed rape."
People in Blacks, Black day, candle night
Dark sky.
Our Pride hung herself.
Olufisayo Jakes.
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