Slay Queens

Slay Queens short poem

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Big bust & even big bottom,
Mass of horsehair on head,
Brazilian weaves precisely,
Fake eyelashes, long & thick,
Fresh lipstick, inviting lips,
Less clothing, leaving little imagination room,
Their pack intact,
Passport, thick thighs, I phone & strong liver…
Openly admitting,
A gentleman must match his shoes & belt,
Yet their faces & necks do not match…

Poverty is intolerable,
To slay you must look rich,
Even when you must step on mud to reach home,
No prospect dude must know,
Photos in snap chat & Instagram filtered till no more,
Yeah a model from the moon you could say,
Mmmhhh poor men….
I don’t eat in low class hotels,
I hate rural areas, sunburns aren’t my thing,
Wow! Yet men you want to take her to your rural home!
Whose wife will she be?

Talk of parties,
No party no slay queens,
Shisha smoking a must,
Wines & whiskeys the taste is common,
Prospect wallet to slay must be emptied,
Dancing till dawn not new,
Be a spectator if broke,
Don’t dance & touch,
Slay queen don’t do broke niggas…
No car no date,
No fancy residential area, no sleepovers,

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