Renata Carmen Writes

A lil rhyme inspired by an ancient booty-call attempting to hollar at me out of nowhere. You should know that you're barking up the wrong tree Homie That you'd even try sniffing around goes to show how little you know me I don't know if you were just drunk or lonely But you should lose my number, like I did yours I had to reverse ID the 661 area code that popped up on my screen Anytime I see those three digits I automatically screen the incoming call and assume the worst So glad that place and state of mind are in my rear view 'cuz it hurts to reflect on how broken and askew I was then Too busy being consumed by doubt and shitty men like you Thankfully, I grew blossoming like a wisteria tree I learned to stand on my own two feet and find true love and community So, despite what you think you know It'd be best if you get gone and stay the fuck off my lawn {08/30/2021 - RCH}