Female Player - Poem by jennifer carranza
You call urself a player.
Cuz it seems u played a few.
You didnt even seem to realize it was me playing you....
As true were good at your game and came out a winner...
But campared to me, you were still just a beginner.
There still lost of learning, and ain't s**** yet! ! !
If you didnt give a F*** then y r u still upset? ?
Although u still tried to play me, things didnt end up ur way,
cuz ur on ur knees begging me to stay...
How does it feel to Lose? How does it feel to b a failure?
How does it feel to be played BY A... Female Player? ? ? ? ? ?
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