R.I.P to the unborn babies who never got a chance to see the light of day....
R.I.P to those lost in senseless violence, caught by a stray bullet on any given day...
R.I.P to the men and women who leave their families to fight overseas, where there a war going on in our own country...
R.I.P to street pharmacies because all hell will break loose when they legalize weed.
R.I.P to originality because now a days everyone wants to be something they were not meant to be, you know what I mean, those rappers or those "barbies".
R.I.P to those drug addicts, those needle habits, those glass dick chasers, those forever chasing the next high racers.
R.I.P to the mentally ill people only because the government let them slip through the cracks, instead of really caring and reaching out a helping hand to the lost, lonely, confused, woman, child, and man.
R.I.P to all the phonies, the cronies, the followers, the posers, the barbies, the fake thugs (just Lil boys who really need a hug). the haters, the jackers, the swag less holders looking over the next man or woman's shoulders.
R.I.P to all the negativity, and if your reading this with something to say, I'll end this poem with a screw you and have a nice day.
Copyright 2011 ©PrettyWomanPersona
This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
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