Good girl gone … good!
Pushing the Limits
Up to the minute
Crossing the boundary
With your profoundly
Cleaning my sandals
After your verbal vandals
You are my jihad
Don’t want to turn bad
Wounds, filled with salt
Germinated like malt
Pus and swelling
Waiting to leave your dwelling
Not gonna hit low
Even after the last blow
Keep the patience high
Accept, endure, reject Goodbye 👋🏾
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