Bad Girls Ain'T So Bad Poem by mark king

Bad Girls Ain'T So Bad



Don’t cry Momma just, cause I grew up questioning what is and what if?

That girl here now stares out the window naked as if the city lights attract her and call her.

She is no longer a mystery, nor a wonder to me anymore, but when she comes around she is mine, all mine.

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