by Alexandria E. Garza and Rene Isaac Magana
She sell out.
As if it mattered to me.
She got clout.
As if it were some place to be.
She sink in.
Like sad in mud sand.
She so thin.
Like peace, leafless land.
She see fate.
Without her own eyes.
She run late.
Though she still tries.
She fake out.
Suspense for the spy.
She about.
Love for the high.
She want soul.
Because it matters to me.
She control.
As if it were some place to be.
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