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Temper like an Italian...

By The Vivid DreamerPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Can you taste my pain?

The violence within my silence?

Do you sense the

Distance

Within my silence?

It’s average for me to be quiet.

If I don’t slow down,

I’ll choke on the world’s food...

Explode, erupt, hangover

In the world and vomit.

Prance like a lion,

My den is inviting.

Touch my food,

Bite my hand

And bitches gonna gets bodied!

Who sent for you corny ass broads?

I don’t know...

Like your uncle’s hairline,

You gotta go!

Mind on 1000,

Temper like an Italian.

I don’t know whose messed up more,

You or your hair...

I’m solid

No matter where I go.

Backpacks is what I pack it in.

I never use my signal lights

Not because the stick is broke.

I work so much and fast

I don’t want folks in my business, yo!

Got a joy for sipping wine

In a double red cup.

Just know I shake it

When I need a filler up.

Don’t talk shit to me.

Be about it.

Loyalty isn’t everything;

Trust is.

You about it?

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About the Creator

The Vivid Dreamer

Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.

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    Written by The Vivid Dreamer