Not Your Type
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Not You’re Type I am a Harry Potter Fanatic Yes I have all five Read them all in the same night They came out Preferably in the dim light From the hallway Because at fourteen With “Chamber of Secrets” I had to be asleep at nine Barnes and Noble’s Card Member Sipping lattes Reading romance novels With a 15 dollar journal in my hand If given the opportunity Would confront the KK Klan HIV testing once a year with my man Got fans who endure the lash At the tip of my tongue No turkey eating Anorexic Whore I like ham Would rather a band Then recorded music Poetry Slam Style Eat My Words Bitch Café Kiss a competing slam poet Even though I possess Double D’s Bouncing while I spit Curse words cross my lips Not the broken hearted but The heartbreaker kind of bitch And still I manage to be “not your type” Rather chicks that use “like” in everyday lexicon Every line, every letter Every conversation, At the end of every sentence To tell you her expressions However, you get the point So make way for another one No I will not jiggle my buns Do the laffy taffy Or any other snap fingered Long arm move that allows Adults to believe I’m impersonating a monkey No it’s not funny Cuz even though we all possess the same clitoris power Our skin tones Clothes Long hair And how we bone Makes you believe that she has something better between her legs than I do? You’re playing yourself Better yet that’s exactly what you’ll be doing with yourself When you realize She’s never read any other book besides Sex Chronicles Got on her knees more time for head than prayer Half retarded-Half Hippie Date a dude that looks like Biggie Cuz he has a Benz Can’t buy shoes without advice from her friends In the clinic on the daily Leaves her momma with her baby Can’t cook and she lazy And you cheat She goes crazy Cuz you should have warned her Because she don’t mind you girls on the side, Saying your name As long as she’s got the claim to you Type of girl And your late night conversations number one question is “Baby why you so quiet?” and she responds “I’m just thinking.” A.k.a. for she AINT KNOW ANOTHER thing to say Besides she’s not me I am a Harry Potter Fanatic Yes I have all five Read them all in the same night They came out Preferably in the dim light From the hallway Because at fourteen With “Chamber of Secrets” I had to be asleep at nine Barnes and Noble’s Card Member Sipping lattes Reading romance novels With a 15 dollar journal in my hand If given the opportunity Would confront the KK Klan HIV testing once a year with my man Got fans who endure the lash At the tip of my tongue No turkey eating Anorexic Whore I like ham Would rather a band Then recorded music Poetry Slam Style Eat My Words Bitch Café Kiss a competing slam poet Even though I possess Double D’s Bouncing while I spit Curse words cross my lips Not the broken hearted but The heartbreaker kind of bitch And still I manage to be “not your type”

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