poetry

Don’t write me off yet

Every time you write me off

I shall appear on top of your charts

You block me on phone

I am the face of billboard

That you overlook every morning

From your window

Mama didn’t a little girl for you to mess up

Darling, she raised a warrior

That fights

So every time you pride in the fact

That you sent me to oblivion

I shall very much be relevant

In your world

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