box braids

I am with my best friend.
We are running outside together
So much fun it is my brithday
I just turned 11
We are at her house now
We were outside earlier with our red balloons
Crystals were tied to it
I let me balloon go and it popped in the air
I left that day
When I came into the home it was her and I
I looked under the giant advent candles of her daddy
And I found my crystals
"Oh I thought I lost them forever!"
Broken slivers of amber obsidion and quartz
She helps me out the door until her daddy
Comes and sits between us while we say goodbye
He talks about his way of finding things
I look at her she looks at me scared
And I say "bestfriend! What is wrong? Why your face look so scared?" but nothing came out
Because her daddy was unzipping his pants
And she was looking at me and there we were stuck
And he pulled out his long brown manhood
And started away at it
As I sit there looking at her
Her face is scared
Smiling at me and we both see
He is moaning
Box braids
All I could see
Is my boxbraids

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