you’re so out of your element, that you’re neck deep
in mine
you’re at my party,
drinking my drinks,
listening to my music and causing a scene.
you are ruining this for me.
so stay in your lane,
white girl.
you ain’t really “bout it” and “down”
you don’t really fuck with me,
I’m quiet and brown-
a “stunning” blend you can’t comprehend,
and one you think you won’t see again
cuz we all just some niggas, in a room, to you.
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Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit
hymns to youth
Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit
Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit