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by Alycia D. Jenkins (Author)
This rhyme is for the girls that wanted to be their grandmothers and one day became them with fire in their eyes and heavy metal in her blood and tattoos on her face and angels singing her grace and brick walls breaking and red lipstick shining in the sun light...
On God, I'm good homie!
For I'm the reason for the blood on your doorstep
They coming for you
They coming for you...
-The Laughing Elephant Pink