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12-30-2011, 02:08 AM
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ode to brooke
Ode to brooke
Oh brooke, my sweet little brooke It is ye I long to be with in a nook. Your supple body whence me betook For a ****, you, I never mistook. Nainsook thou shalt not partook For ye are my brooke, my sweet little brooke. Chapbook, chapstick, checkbook, and chinook You, darling, are so different than a wordbook. For you are brooke, my sweet little brooke Passbook the pothook and we will precook. Do you get what im saying my beautiful brooke? You are the girl circled in my yearbook, The girl with whom I wish to kettle and cook, The girl whos beauty should be a stylebook, The girl whos bra I wish to unhook. Oh my brooke, my sweet little brooke.
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12-30-2011, 02:10 AM
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feel free to post any poetry of your own that your wrote for thos girls you dream of
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12-30-2011, 03:15 AM
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i wrote this for my baby mamma
Brenda's got a Baby Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby But, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame The girl can hardly spell her name (That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in death to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when the check came they got first dibs Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger But no one seems to notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with the two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what to throw away and what to keep She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear the cries She didn't realize How much the the little baby had her eyes Now the baby's in the trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling Brenda wants to run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baby (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) | ||
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12-30-2011, 12:50 PM
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Though I will never compare to Brooke, I hope you remember the feelings you had when you wrote this.
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01-02-2012, 01:20 AM
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01-03-2012, 07:34 PM
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