other people's poems, poetry

Bling Bling makes webster’s dictionary

She was surprised when I told her
I’d been to Europe
‘‘why’d you get so excited about
   going there?’’  she said
I told her
I wanted to be somewhere
Where I didn’t feel American
She claimed she listened to
Hip hop
But long skirts told me
She belonged to god
She screwed up her face
When I said money  and spirits
Weren’t my gods
It’s been three weeks since I’ve
Seen her at the coffeehouse
I shouldn’t have told her
I had a b.a.
I think she would’ve like me
If I were more street

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