Creative Poem (rap)
I played some Ice T, Tupac. She asked who was that? He can slap. In introduced her to underground music. She was so surprised she was about to lose it. I gave her a home when she felt so alone. I showed her love, intimacy. Then I gave her a dose of reality. When I screamed in her face, she said it left her a bitter taste. Her lip quivered, her eyes widened. I watched her blossom. She began rapping to the music and screaming back and gave me a whack. She said she was no longer afraid to sin. Did I produce a woman?
