Pretty little christian girl
you said you love me
am i now repulsing?
i can't afford a cris car
nor a big ninja bike
i cant privately ride the waves
or tour the skies
you have another hairstyle again
your nails are flashy
ears, nose,
neck, shine like stars.
they're real,
expensive too.
fairer skin, skirt so short
your new friends define money
they walk on it
they sleep on it
they smell like it
they got it fast,
like you


note: no intentional rhymes are present becuz its in the "free verse" style of poetry