#boujee
Driving to work felt quite boujee.
Just two days of work and then I'm free.
Traffic sounding like a symphony,
Your words turned routine into poetry.
Across the digital divide we meet,
Strangers connected by rhythm and beat.
In this virtual space, our souls converse,
Bound by the magic of metered verse.
Imagining a schoolbus, dogs galore,
A whimsical scene that makes the heart soar.
Like your poem, it brings a smile, a laugh,
A reminder that joy is the true path.
I say to you, with gratitude deep,
For the solace your words allow me to keep.
In poetry we trust, in verses we blend,
Stranger no more, but a poetic friend.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
girl, don't pretend.
all dressed up in your
drag-me-downs
going Holly in Las Vegas
doing Molly by the Grand
girl, don't pretend.
one day you wake up at Kevin's
the next you wake up at Devin's
you do your make-up for Heaven.
yeah he loves Loosey
'course he do
he loves her
but how about you?
girl, ditch the Gucci
and the *****
and the boujee
folie a you
and don't pretend
to do
the things
that you don't do
lest, I leave you
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
o, darling
daylight has never been your most flattering
light
and how could it be?
you never sleep,
because life is but a dream
like that old
children's song
goes
dear god of boujee
women, the ones with
bloodstained louboutins
let me autotune myself to sound inhuman,
say my prayers to
you
in the dying light
of the atl
freeways
my only hymn i have to
offer is that of
migos
and instead of bread and wine
i have lean and
xanax
o, darling
our eyes will never
age
and new money, who dis?
will forever be the closest thing
we have to a mantra
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC