Rare Cut


Rare cut
blood red ruby
such a hard cover up
deep under her battered walls
that soul of hers is a perfect ten
but the least thing in her mind is zen.
Fear signals her to shut the f up
she silences insecure sonnets
then wraps it up hitting send back
to a prairie hating on her while wearing a bonnet.
Distractions try to test her
but she's too savage to stew with the plain Jane crew
she'd much rather stay ready
so she trains like a supernatural saiyan
learns how to jiu-jitsu style crawl
whatever it takes to avoid another brawl
she listens exclusively to the universe's call
it essentially helps her head levitate real tall.

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