Love Poem: Propaganda

Propaganda

It is not real to think that I came here to be no one.
I came to sing, dance, and entertain not to be with any man.
If I should find one along the way, I will love him every day until he changes.

Why are you a hit and I am a b*t*h is because you insult me to become easy.
I am not your fruit tree ready to be harvest.
I am my own person who seeks prominence.
This is what the world promise.

I have travel far.
I have been unsure.
But, today I am confident that I am a new woman.
You hear my audience screaming for my performance.
They flimflam.
They just love it.

Why are you a hit and I am that b*t*h?
The answer is because I am not.
You insult your senses because you are publicity.
I am not your fruit to eat.
I am promise to the world of entertainment.

Please, bow to the Queen!
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Penned on May 05, 2014!