On Sunday, ELLA Freed Verse.

Above: Originally to Kanye West ft. Beyonce - See Me Now... I wonder if other people change their minds on beats so often. Picking music must be a f*ckin headache. S/O Kanye for making his own.

Above: Originally to Papoose ft. Remy Ma - "Bucket Naked" Shit is fast. Remy's nice... so I just wanted to see what I could do. Especially since I'm a bit conservative for this topic. Was fun... but... scrapped the music because I have a big mouth and like to be heard.
So if you don't like what I sound like....  F*ck you.
Yep. I'm so self conscious. & I before I rhymed to each of these, I made sure to switch watches ;)

OH! lol.. & I left this sound as is because... it amused me *shrugs* no other reason than I enjoy being human. I celebrate my mistakes. <3

& I'm not giving anymore explanations. -_-

Shook Ones 4 Money

The Story of a Girl.

There once was a girl
who created her own world.

She drafted poetry from air
forming, filling and fragmenting
lines that weren't there.

She wrote everything in ink
In hopes you would see
the truth she would think.

Mistakes visibly corrected.
Fantasy lines finally perfected.
Faint prose daintily erected.
Invisible ties securely cemented.

There was once a girl.

But never twice. 

P's; No Q's.

Puzzle pieces

placed perfectly.

Positioned

to propose

promises

as if preconceived.

Parading

its prominence

as part of

the process.

Plainly put,

this was on purpose. 

A Malady for You.

You hurt me.

You shouldn't have hurt me.
Thought you couldn't have hurt me,
Said you wouldn't have hurt me.
But still you hurt me
and it
hurts me.

I hurt.

I shouldn't hurt. 

Thought I wouldn't hurt

Since I couldn't hurt.

Now I don't hurt. 

Because 

I

won't

hurt. 

Farewell,
My love.
My pain. 

Love, Technologically Speaking.

You don't call me.
So please,
Don't call me.

I'm doing just fine with out your texts.
Without your concerns.
Without your hellos
for goodbyes
Hey's with 2 e's and 3 y's
Im doing just fine

thank you.
notice I didn't ask you how you are
because I couldn't give a fuck less.
why do we
do this.
why do we bring it back around
with men who never gave a fuck
and promise ourselves we wont give a fuck
until we do
and then do
it.
it is always great the first time.
unless its not
and sometimes when its not
we still pretend it is
because its too late
so you fake
everything...

yes everything.
Can  I sound it out for you tell me if is sound familiar?
the slow daddy's and
right there babys
like that
like that
like that...

You like that?
You said you liked that.
Matter fact you said you loved it
but I guess we was both fakin it wasn't
doesn't taste like a lolipop daddy?
I mean you did it like it was one
so you can tell ya boys you didn't like me
you never trusted me
you really don't wan me
but you ate like you was hungry daddy
remember?
You remember.

 But you
don't want me
so please dont want me
not as a friend
a confidant
a pal
a partner
if you can forget me,
please do it.

I don't want you to
 friend me
poke me
tag me
link me
follow me
nothin.


So do me a favor.
And please. 
Tweet the next bitch.

Let them birds tweet back.

#TeamLove

& If I were half as strong as I pretend to be,

I'd tell you I'm done with you.

But love is my favorite game

& I never sit out a round.

& I always play dirty,

especially when I'm fair.

You should have asked me asked me to be on your team. 

21 Answers

If you fell off tomorrow, I'd be there to catch you.
If you didn't smell so good, I'd get you some Dolce cologne.
You wouldn't get locked up & sentenced to a quarter century, cuz a girl like me will make enough to support you financially.


If you were hit and you were hurt, I'd never leave your side.
I always put in work. I'm always down to ride.
No need to get out & peel a nigga cap. Please, just chill & drive.

Ask your questions, I'll let you know just how I feel inside.

I don't need a baller or a man who flips burgers at Burger King.
I need a man who does for self. Something respectable & in  between.

In the bed, if you use your tongue... I won't fight that.
Write me love letters so I can write back.
I enjoy a little tree as my nightcap.
I just want to do what I like? You know I like that.

The ends should justify --if your means is thuggin. I won't leave, cuz of my daddy -with me, you gotta worry about cousins.
I'll believe you if you show me I'm the one you're lovin.
I aint mad... I want you to ask me all your questions.
I don't know if we're soul mates, but if so, I thank God for this blessing.

I hope I can trust you enough to tell you my dreams.
I'll also need to trust you enough to let you into my jeans.
If you're down, I promise, I'll make you smile.
Treat me how I want to be treated. I know you know how.

If you were with some other chick and someone happened to see,
When I ask you about it, please lie to me.
I'll believe you. Thing is, I don't want to leave you.
No matter how deep our bond, I can't allow you to do me wrong.

You're only human boy. I know you'll make mistakes,
but I hope you understand what making up is gonna take (Drop, drop 5stacks on the make up bag.)
I know you love me, Fat kid. You wanna put ya face all in the cake ;)

I like your style.
Just keep making me smile.

If.

If only these city streets knew how frightening they really are,

Little girls who look like me would only see that they are stars.

If the things that hurt the most would only heal. 
Believe me, we'd welcome the scars.

& Then maybe we'd hesitate to jump into the back seats of cars.

If only the boys we loved would show their intentions with bouquets of flowers,

Then we, as women, would realize that we really do have powers.

If these same boys would feel more obligated to brag about how they can talk for hours,

Then our sons would grow up to be men, rather than fatherless cowards.

Somewhere in the cracks of old cement, lay the 'if's that plague this world our ours.

As the time goes by.

We grow strong on poorly assembled pride.

Never wonder the 'why's

Push questions to the side.

Force our tears to hide.

Until we fall as hard as towers.