My favourite word is mine
I love how it comes out of my tongue
There’s no way I would shrub it
I love mine
Because for the longest time I have barely had anything mine
Not even myself, I belonged to someone
Everything I had was either shortlived or borrowed
I walked around with rented and borrowed stuff
With every sign on the street reminding me
Words like mine were too expensive for a girl like me
But now I can say mine
This poem mine
This word mine
This blog mine
Mine mine mine
I have things that are mine.
And there’s gold and all the precious minerals
Always doing dope things girl!!!
This is beautiful 🥺❤️❤️
Thank you!!!