[House Arrest, Midterm Test]
Brunette, closed-set, no regrets..
I walk into the room with my cigarette..
All the eyes zoom to my silhouette..
They think they’re Romeo,
so they call me Juliet,
but they’d be incorrect,
cause they’ve never met my type of intellect..
I’ve got battle scars miles far across my chest,
and yet,
I still won’t second guess a single quest,
or reassess what’s in my head..
I’m an activist —
my hearts my amulet..
I’m so miraculous —
my mind’s my catalyst..
Although I’m no protagonist,
nonetheless,
I’m not inadequate to be an advocate —
don’t dare forget..
Don’t dare suspect I’d ever acquiesce
the side-effects as your adulteress..
I don’t misrepresent —
I’m too compassionate,
a romanticist,
who shines so fine I chime with high finesse..
Like an architect,
I resurrect building mad respect..
My dialect reflects my character set —
my mood alludes a naturalness,
my rouge exudes extravagance..
My behaviors are dangerous —
in plain words my strange words are light years ahead
and purely claimed as well-said —
so go ahead and spell it out like the alphabet,
or sound it out as if you’ve found a new epithet..
I won’t circumvent to let you interject,
but will elect you let it all digest in retrospect..
Here my dear — here’s some triple sec —
it’ll help this all make some type of sense..
And if you wouldn’t mind that I’d suggest —
let me wine and dine you under house arrest..
Maybe someday I’ll say I’ll let you out to fly today,
but don’t you dare try to fly away —
cause then you’d miss the three- four- five- plus-play..
I’ll even wear my most daring lingerie..
Tell me, what would you like to say?
Do you think you’d like to stay?
drops 🎤✌🏽
🌻🌿
