She is a work of art The epitome of beauty Covered in her African butter She wears a crown handcrafted by God When her foot touches the ground even the devil bows down She was happy with her perfect imperfections Till you came along and made her feel like absolute trash Playing mind games, you're really good at that Threatened by her crown, you told her to take it off "Straighten that Bush over your head" Told her that her berry was not sweet enough " Bleach your skin, light is the new beautiful "
When you were out with your peasant till 2am She started reconnecting with the God within her And He restored her confidence
When you least expected it, she packed her bags Put her crown back on and went back to owning her throne You and your cheap peasant didn't even last after her You can't enjoy your side dish without your main meal
Now tell me.... How on earth do you even sleep at night?