Lascivious & Toxic

"you still kick it in the slums      ?

you still sell drugs   ?

you still like to party       ?

you still binge n get fucked up      ?"


As much as I love a fight       

I'd rather leave them to their fucked imaginations       

--I find my amour-propre

when I see a use of my knack for kinesics

as mischievous manipulation--

Causing the busy-bodies'  capitulation;       

instantaneously subjugated        


So I bestow my infamously vexatious smirk

as I say



This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741