The Great Pretenders
The Great Pretenders
They attend and pretend
I have no time for that
That’s why solitude is my sanity
It’s what I use when my soul has cuts to mend
It’s like high school and everybody is trying to be cool
How old are you fools?
Every day I pray God shields me from the shenanigans
But then they get nosey and wonder who my man is again
Does she still love her baby daddy now and then?
Is she working or twerking?
Whose man is she merking?
She says she is a Christian but her words in her last poem got my thoughts twisting
Well none of them truly know me so when they talk its, blah
I still have a few contenders that’s going to ride
So, leave me alone fake friend
Don’t attend if you’re going to pretend
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Writing poetry is my passion but I recently joined a Toastmasters club in my area and I now enjoy speech writing. I am currently working on writing a book. They say you will never work a day in your life if you do something you love, well I love writing, and that is what I pray my profession will be. No, let me correct myself, my name is Jessica and I am a writer!
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