Dem Problem, JEALOUSY.

Social/political 1 Minute

Why, do you pick at, and pluck my feathers? Stir boil me in your petty pot… my skin now hot and bothered

I smell what cooks inside you, wafting up adorning your sleeve and collar, the shadow casting from your heart…. is jealousy as you holler.

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Poet...Prophet....Philosopher.... one foot in this world the other one in the next...

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