Tradition Poem by JOY JOHNSON

I don't trust her
At first I did

At First I was glad to know her
Then slowly she became cold sneaky now bold

Then I was nice to her and gave her my art
She accepted the package without a remark

She must have wanted to copy me
She thought that she could see

She played along with my only friends friend
She helped that prostitute get in and win

Between the two they witched crafted some stuff
Like things and words and labels of songs

She's not well so why take a chance
Does she not realize it's her life living on a second chance

She tried to Kill me and this I know
She simply wondered but don't I know

It's really sad sometimes to be Chosen
It's even sadder when people become jealous

It's such a shame hw people greed
Constantly crying out for more of so many things

She is a Queen, As so am I
Yet far more greater now than ever before

Nandi! take the evil from out of your heart
Yet still I love you till death shall we part