"The Carrot"


Moments before she told you "Yes", she was figuring out different possibilities to get inside the four chambered organ right beneath my chest. 


But that ring, that ring was all that she could see.


"he bashed his ex's face, repeatedly choking her, punching her in the stomach killing the princess to be". 


Somehow the ex escaped his physical trap and became silent for the fear of death but she's forever mentally entrapped. 


Fiancรฉ, she don't know that. She don't know that she could be next, or that she is next, if he sees a message from me with an emoji heart face text. 


"Girl, he loves me, he just proposed to me." 'This is my chance to be, he really wants me'. Here is my ring ๐Ÿ’ he just bought me. I said, she said, “He Just Bought Me”. 


Sold into a dream by a shiny thing with karats that aren't even orange and that don't mean a thing. 


But deep inside her cavity, she's still in search of me; the powerful plant that heal wounds, the very carrot that detoxify her system, maintains her beauty and existence from the rich spirit inside me.  


But she said "Yes" for the left handed bling to a mysterious soul with no intentions of depositing hisself into her dreams, but into her face to bruise, her mind to control, to confuse, and into her soul to cruise. To cruise on the abused, with power, installing fear, providing gifts for forgiveness but with the intent to misuse...again. 


I am not a ring, I don't live in a circle, I shine without light, without fame, I don't cost, I am free. I am the carrot of life, I can be found in the garden not at a jeweler that stole from African Kings. I don't harm, I heal, I Love, I am she, she is me. 


I AM HER CARROT!!


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