precious

My poem Precious Precious, a name that's sweet as gold, But with locks that keep the haters cold. Brutal honesty? She's got the skill, Nothing can stop her, she's on the hill. Suffocating doubts? She breathes fire, Sweetening the game, like a boss, she's higher. Precious is the name, power in her vibe, Unstoppable force, with a heart that thrives. Naughty Precious, with a twist of spice, Annoying the limits, with her bossy vice. Small head might say she's extra bold, But she's the queen, with a story untold. Got a crown on tight, and a fire in her soul, Precious is the name, taking control. Naughty vibes turn up, Precious takes the stage, Annoying the haters, with a bossy turn of page. Small head or not, she's running the show, Precious is the name, where power and sass flow. Crown on fleek, fire in her stride, Unstoppable queen, ain't nobody gonna hide. Bossy Precious, wearin' the crown tight, Naughty moves, got the spotlight, ain't no fight. Small head full of dreams, but the vibes are grand, Annoying the limits, takin' command. With every step, the energy shifts, Precious is the name, where power gifts. Haters try to whisper, but she speaks loud, Unstoppable force, breakin' the mold, crowd. By Debvah