I put my suicide and soul
In into this world and poetry
Not to mention my one goal
Of finding a girl that’ll love me

But to no avail or success
My confessions go unheard
Praying to a God that I’m hoping will bless
In the Bible He literally gave His Word

The more I write the less it means
2k poems and I still don’t have a crowd
Willing do whatever it takes by any means
Just to have a group of people go wild

Meanwhile, white girls go the straight to the top
Off of risky pictures and boring blog posts
Stories of anxiety followed by a pic in a extra small top
But if talk about it I’m playing the race card and doing the most