PAD Challenge Day 6: Clapback

PAD Challenge Day 6: Write a reaction poem.

Clapback

Do you want a Biggie flow 
while I hit you up lyrically 
like 2 Pac Hit 'Em Up?
Takeover the lies you told 
Straight Ether you like Nas
Too bad I can't chant you're Not Like Us 
because Family Matters
I want to believe Jay-Z when he said
"We all lose when the family feuds"
because I love winning
I may just exercise my rights to
Help you free your skeletons
from the closet you think is hidden 
behind your walls of disguises 
--------------------------------------------->It may set you free 
Shake out your lifetime rugs 
from the secrets and ugly 
ways you swept away 
--------------------------------------------->It may cleanse your soul
 
I'm not suppose to speak over the dead 
But God bless your mother's soul
On that final call
She warned us all
About the knives she pulled 
out of people's back for you
So many lies been told
So many conversations unsaid
Even your children don't even
know the real you
I low-key wanna Kendrick Lamar you,
and be like Meet the ______.
A true Mean Girl that play fake nice 
Kindly and proudly 
I just wanna enroll you in therapy
Secure you a speech pathologist 
to cure you from your pathologically lying
Gift you a certified platinum coach 
to coach you and
Willingly advance your self esteem 
Teach you how to pull up your confidence 
So you won't over-strain your insecurities 
Show you mindful meditations
for all the ancestral defamation
Patiently watch you exhale your trauma 
as you inhale your healing from the drama
But God knows you best
He knows your struggles 
better than the rest.
So I won't clapback. i-won't-clap-back... iwontclapback
'Cause we both know, 
My mother taught me better than that....

D'ElegantOne 







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