Pretty Girl
She had a face,
her body was her plug
Her inside was fake,
her hands stained with blood..
Other people were down
and she was above
Vanity, her high,
attention, her drug..
She never touched the ground,
never showed no love
She never even tried,
rude just because
She had a face
and that's who she was
But really, pretty is
as pretty does.
Copyright © Ashley Chanel | Year Posted 2016
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