By: Arc
Level: 2
(3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)
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Hey son I sit alone as Arsenal ball;
I hoped at least you’d do bball;
Nada! You are glued to Latin drama;
Always said to leave that for your sis and mama.
I was happy you loved Paloma;
But you made Diego your wallpaper;
No harm there he’s real suave;
Perhaps you aspire to be a lady charmer.
I got that Tonto flick on purpose;
You didn’t flush when her shirt came off;
I studied thy face, disinterested I suppose;
My head screamed it, I couldn’t shrug it off.
I invaded your privacy;
I’m real sorry but I saw that text to Greg;
Sweet dreams dearie;
I’m starting to believe this fallacy.
You came home with that selfie stick;
We all joined in your picture frenzy;
Then the pouting became plenty;
What you showing off, your lipstick?
I really want to believe otherwise;
Evidence though points to the other side;
You on your way to being Chioma’s bridesmaid;
And you’d always be called Okonkwo’s first seed.
Hear me now oh son!
If at all my fears are true;
If at all you are indeed hiding;
You better die in that closet.
Coming out would mean same thing;
Hide son, remain, for this is Africa;
Remain son, Okonkwo wouldn’t forgive you;
Remain son till Alicia fixes you.
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