Gwenneth


Gwenneth. Blaque & Beautiful. Proud Queen.
Burn (That Big Ol' Mark), On Her Left Breast.
Rest Is Over (She Just Got Up). This Freshman Dropout Finds It Hard 2 Find The Lover That'll Make Her 1st Child.
Wild. She's The 1 With The Gun N Her Clique.
Slick, From Hustling Drugs 2 Sweet Talking 2 Boosting.
Lighting, Her 1st Cigarette Of The Morning, Smiling.
Smelling Herself (Not Good) & Laughing.
Wondering, Where The Rest Of Her Clique R, While Noting Who She'll B 1st Dialing.
Looking 2 Good. She Ain't No Virgin, But She Lost Him (Her 1st Love) Years Ago.
Polo Nightie, Catches A Droplet Of The Last Of The 1/2 Pint Of Vodka She Had On The Nightstand, She Now Drinks.
Thoughts Of The Family Member She Murdered (Why She's N This Apartment Alone) Come Back 2 Mind.
Bored With Such Thoughts Send Them Away Quickly, As Usual.
Special, Now, Seems Gwenneth.

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