She's not open minded.
She's too short sighted.
She can't see the things we could do,
the places we could go.
Everytime I try to touch her.
She feels i'm tryna rush her.
She tells me she's not like them hoes she respects herself.
Baby girl I love you this is how I express myself.
Fear of the unknowns...
...Got her sticking to the road she knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God has sticking to the road. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.