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Aug 2018
May’s skin radiant black gold/she is 22 young and has a vibrate soul/ headed to college but partied today/ she was built for IG in every way/but her legs glue shut/only a ring open them up/she put on bright dress to match her press/she regarded by many/loved by even more/but they want her to be *****/what for? /Please may don’t open that door

May walked in/dripping everywhere/so you know they got to stare/to try get her underwear/momma ain’t raise no fool/
To drool over no ******* tool/but she still a kid/so toys get her attention/that’s why you check when your cup go missing/listen to them scheme/how to make May into a *******/first they got her alone/second told her friends to get on/third locked the door and preceded to be grown

There hands start reaching/while she started preaching/“Stop, I said NO, Please, I just want to go, I’m not part of this show,I thought you were my bro?”/ they torn her bright red dress in half/to create path/to reach her bubble bath/no 90s rnb/ just ****** acting savagely/there act done/but the play continues to run

Now she stumbling and failing/ the party don’t stop cause she balling/ she walked away abused/with warped views/but the worst news/ she was pregnant/farther unknown/but treated like she wanted to bone/so there was no remorse when she college dropped/her family saw her as a thot/forced to work a lot/ but her baby grew/but never knew/then had kids that turned a new/chapter cause they had laughter/heck one became a pastor/the other a teacher with a master/degree so the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree/as you see her great grandkids killed it too/amazing how the devil can bless you/now she is old and wise/in her families eyes/she will always rise/cause May was a loaded prize
Miguel Carmona III
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Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
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