Laying Back: Waiting On Worth Poem by Bree Z Love

Laying back, rubbing his temples.
You're dreaming of being # 1.
Girl, let me get into your head.
Dreams are just a pseudo-reality!
As he laid you back
and open your thighs,
he knew it'd be simple.
He throws up the deuces and tells you, "its been one! "
Girl, you keep posting that you're, "Single, or It's complicated; " Smh...the bio we read.
Your dreams through Social Media,
your attempts to sell them is of cheap quality.
He allowed you to dream, while he busted it down and manipulated your mental.
Dreaming is the only way you cope.
Girl, let me school you on how to fix your head.
Because, if you don't get it;
Surely your worth will deteriorate, leaving you to an immature mortality.
So, what price will you pay for large quantities; while you wait on your worth?