palesa deejay manaleng
Fallen Queen - Poem by palesa deejay manaleng
Sold to the highest bidder
Go home to feed her own
But always bitter
Hatred building deep inside
Try to hide
Pretend it's all a great ride
Up en down they climb
Pump en pump as if she's a bike
Left en right she faces
Dazes in and out cause she is high?
Prays to God to let her die
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