Poems from ChelseaBreezy
I’m well spoken
Everyone knows it
My vocabulary is extensive
Gotta talk like that if you like stuff that’s expensive
But don’t get twisted...
How dare you young man make my period your burden!
Are you bleeding for a week with indescribable pains?
Coursing through your stomach...
Small with a big attitude
Accompanied by an even bigger mouth
A sweet, loving smile
that will quickly turn into a pout
Kind of boy crazy...
My lips curve just right
When I smile
My eyes continuously sparkle
They've done so since I was a child
I'm not small darling
Get it right...