"boujee" poems
Do you mind if I sit back and observe the process of the lords creation the subject matter is miraculous the beauty is elegant perfect in every scence my baby girl you stole my heart such a thief ain't you, thinking about seductive things we do sinners ain't we, naughty deeds but the intentions is good it serves needs
What pains me is that I have to let go to regrip your sparkling eyes again, got to move fast so quick that I don't miss the chance to clutch you in my arms again, heaven sent such a gift I cried when you was born I ain't even know you back then because, GOD made you for me I picked up your scent, I know from day one you was mine let us age old together bad and boujee like expensive fine wine, my kiss is possessive the beat of your heart is mine let that foreplay tingle down your spine, open wide going deep let me reach your soul ****** our achievement together it ain't *** it's love
I love you girl no *** postion that can top this deposition let me show you its deeper than *** I'm still into you watch me shift working overtime full time love baby moan out affection go on say the name, our body hum harmony can feel this body heat that steamy love, open wide in deep that creamy love that dreamy love, its deeper than *** the agony an orgams of how our love make our body shiver, I love you, I love you! I rejoice I could say this a thousand times it's deeper than ***
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
**** bruh! call a bomb squad (bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d)
for there's a bomb—
—shell here, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t
unholy, wrong thought (wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght)
reminds him of a jihadi-done job (jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b)
'cause this bum's (boom) banging; this honey's dancing
boldly & lewdly, got his jaw dropped (ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped)
his sight's fixed on her hips, she's beyond hot (bey[ɑ]ond ho[ɑ]t)
this gal's freaking blazing
his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part
a haptic invasion
she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager
such a luscious body, killer figure (body)
disguised with a tank
top with a low neckline & tight-fit cropped pants
she's like: "make me high like a rooftO̲p nearly reaching
the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite
that I̲'ll be left speechless
when this ro[ɑ]mp's over"
she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter
blowing a brain of a **** hound wrongdoing
('bout time to strike a hunting seas-on up on these ****
she digs vicious, dark-sounding music
but also doesn't mind to bounce her tushie
to 90-100 bpm party-sound tunes
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 AM 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
we are all sheep
in herds
cut oursleves into groups
jump through unnecessary hoops
oops we lost a fraction of da true self
what a shame
who cares, it's boujee to be lame
be a bot
new hype, it's ******* hot
be like us
or you'll be shot
it's popular
people approve
just follow the music, sway to the grooze
don't you dare attempt to move
stay stagnant
allow your identity to fragment
then sell it off
if your lucky part of it will sell
if not you may be reunited with it in hell
oh well
that's the tee
until next time hunny
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:16 AM 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
Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Imitating vaudevillians,
Because originality has flattened,
Such simpletons,
More useless than pions,
Lacking the accuracy,
Of a destructo-disc thrown by Krillin.
Tacky ducks more quack than Daffy.
Quirky queens more dunce than Daphne.
The mystery is in the ink that separates,
The Shaggy’s from the prodigies.
Could stab a friend in the back,
For snacks like Scooby.
Not much of a strategy.
It’s like your trying to intentionally,
Upset a Wookie.
Maybe your just tone deaf,
Like Eminem referencing the dougie,
Or make dad jokes more horrific than Chucky.
Get it?
Because chucky is a horror movie?
Why aren’t you laughing?
Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Ll cool j don’t call it a comeback,
Slavery of the masses,
Taking Prozac,
To combat malpractice,
Depression a felon inside and outside,
Laws becoming lawless and unbalanced,
Innocents committing suicide,
Because the powerful are careless,
These ******* should be embarrassed,
That their privileged ***
Can fake smiles enough to win Emmy’s
Minds material madness.
Gotta mind your true enemy.
Instead of being consumed by fadness.
Losing ones humanity,
To become the next Ken or Barbie.
But you too bad and boujee,
A hollow shell stuck in comatose,
Consumed by the sea,
Set up to fall like dominos,
Thinking you free,
But can’t see,
As the crows grow,
Bundled in circles,
As your drowning,
In asbestos,
For every pro there are cons that lurk in the shadows.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 4:04 PM UTC
She called tres excited,
have learned that the
word of the year was
rizz; excited for she’d
discovered something,
a word bond with me.
Did I know that word?
Did I employ it ever?
Did I agree that it meant
*someone’s ability to flirt
by being charismatic*?
My Reply:
4 shizzle, my Safety Queen,
you be fam, my boujee mummy,
this ***** a campy snack,
this BA, a main character,
you sending me slaps,
and mom,
my name is Brandy Channing, BA
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 9:31 AM UTC