Sometimes who I am is a mystery to me,
With a price on my head,
No crown, but this chain is my most valued jewellery,
It grinds me into the look,
Without the designer threads, I have no vision for self,
When the phone is a year old,
I feel inferior like a Camry standing next to an LX 570,
But that shit’s just a trend,
I wish I would remember that it is just a trend.
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PoetryA Poetry Collection Inspired by Frank Ocean's 'blonde'. *First book, please pardon all grammatical errors.
