What my mama told me

My mama told me to grow up 
And be beautiful like our sunset 
But what she forgot to tell me 
Was to pack a gun for the world
I was growing into had men with had
No scruples and respect for women
So before the sunset I had packed  
my armour 
And these feelings of animosity I'd harbour
I paced the streets looking for my harmer
No longer anointed with purity
With nothing to loose
The stinking attitudes and comments of vendors 
Fueling my desire for ex vengeance
I sit up on a bench and light a gway
Looks of disgust come shooting my way
I repel them with the smoke I blow out from my mouth
These people and their thoughts are of no interest to me
Then after all of it
I drag myself home


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