[H𝓪ppy N𝓪tion𝓪l Poetry D𝓪y]
you’re the one with the
mask // with the high definition
sound system bullshit
this is your true form
while they think you’re an angel
apples never lie
this world ignores those
who have a little fat on
raspberry juice hips
my voice is louder
and I will not be ignored
let’s pull the trigger
they blind themselves to
my intelligence // I know
how they operate
a dash of sweetness
and pints of hatred // it’s their
sick undercurrent
this place is cutthroat
if you bite I will bite back
harder than before
don’t sleep on me // bitch
the underdogs always win
dusting off my gown
this sad girl is fuelled
by rage and grief // this fat girl
feeds off infamy
my cherry lips will
lick traces of you off him
like a lollipop
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