Why I Don't Like Thou

Art by Chenne
Her voice is broken, cracked
Eloquently her only token
Abusive towards it
Abrasive noises

A liar, mimicry, hypocrite, a serpent
Masking with phrases
A hyperbolic relativism in her own phases-
A coward, a puppet without purpose.
Erroneous soft words, petulant verses, proclaiming proses
Worrisome escapes
She resonates the world with her tyrant woes.

I hear 'i", not capitalized without facts, and blatantly lies
Wearing titles
Naming Thyself a deity?
What's next a crown, throne, petals thrown at the Queen B?
When you are nothing clearly, but a faulty woman without dignity.
She wears age in a haughty manner
Perceiving color as an insight, yet it was her falling slander.

Mercurial falls from her throat, while she hides behind her cloak
Plushed in her petticoat
Someone standing in front, while the battle is at her throat
She looked bewildered as to why?
Her face is a mirror of preconception
A misconception adolescent became a willing contestant.
She's wears age as a badge of honor
Age is fault that give pearls perils that's a myriad of wisdom, when superiority is preferred.
Her voice is broken, cracked
Eloquently her only token
Abusive towards it
And terrible abrasive noises
By Nailah D'arcy Amour Toujours Nailah D'arcy