Girl Talk - Poem by taquesha thomas
Let me tell you about girl talk, it ain't about how cute Mike is
or about how long Akira's hair is.
It's just straight up shit talkin, media, gossip.
You could be pregnant, went to mars, or killed it's trip.
You talk about girls heads and what their curls look like
you look like a cross between Snoop and Medusa,
that's what they said that's right.
Girls smilin in your face like they ain't said shit
'Ooh can I have some of your just a lil bit! '
They will tell you that they're smaller then you and move on.
Sixth period that 'I want to be your friend' comes back on.
They flirt in front of girls like it's Ok
then talk and laugh like it's a happy day.
Talk shit in your face on the DL
then they try to deny and think that shits gone sale.
It's a nasty contagious disease
you think you about girl talk, pssh please.
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