“My People”
Screw the natives
Why do they make me feel so bad?
I’m usually competitive
But this just makes me sad.
They accuse. They’re entitled.
Uneducated. Uninvited.
I try to ignore
There are so many kinds,
I’ve been here before
Stressed and then untied.
Disrespectful and obnoxious
With a dash of cockiness and smug,
Utterly preposterous,
They make me wanna gag.
Fashion ain’t their thing
They seek attention,
I give them shame.
As shallow as a fling
No real heat
Just lots of flame.
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