Your Questions About Gardening

Does my rap sound good? (rate on your own scale)?

(this rap will enlighten you to the reality of the hip hop world and females. these chicks aren’t being degraded, their exploiting themselves, nothing but fake trash.)

Ya bish I know ya name, I heard you got some fortune and fame.
I damn sure know how you got in the game.
of course for alot of chicks, the story’s the same.

Ya gave away your kitty.
went under the knife for a balloon a55, and inflated t!tties.
now all of a sudden king magazine think ya pretty.

ya showed your racks for a couple of stacks.
a matter of fact ya did more than that.
im sorry only trash opens their legs for some cash.

they like em red bone so now you wanna change your skin tone.
see this is the ish that our society condones.
listen, i know these h0es are grown
but what kinda example they setting for our young girls at home.

now im the bish to keep real so let me tell ya how i feel.

you aint nothing but syphillis in a ding dong.
you do the empire building being f@cked by king kong.
you a yeast infection in a bad thong.
i wouldn’t be surprised if you f@cked sisqo from thong song.
you the right example for girls gone wrong.
there has to be an end to this stupidness it’s been going on for too long.

why would one ask questions on yahoo??? just to be insulted!!!?

One thing I have learned over the years of using this site on and off a few times is the set of balls one grows when sitting behind a keyboard as an anonymous participant in a conversation. Some come to ask a question but instead get insulted and put down…. Don’t you think that if we could make sense of it ourselves we wouldn’t be asking complete strangers.. I don’t appreciate your rude and negative comments to my questions… You judge me based on one question I asked. I asked one question and you assume you have a right to judge me as a person! I think people get rude or upset for their own personal reasons and I think its pathetic!! like when a man ask about childsupport and someone comes on with a comment bashing this person. I think its a woman who can’t get childsupport… One day I asked a question about my baby and a girl was really ugly to me in her response. Unfortunately she failed to make her own questions private as she harped about how stupid my question was… When I viewed her questions I laughed because it was so clear where her hostility came from. She was wanting a baby and her bf wouldn’t get her pregnant and the girl was only 18 and she asked questions about loosing weight because she was to fat to have sex and gave out of breath so easily. I don’t find this to be funny, but when you get ugly with me and then say it was because it was a stupid question and you insult me.. Don’t forget to make your page private!!! I’m only mean to ppl on here when they are mean to me! How about some of you hop off that high horse your on and realize your asking stupid questions just as I am and if you get ugly with me I will assume its because you have some issues of your own!!
well excuse me if I just don’t understand someones overwhelming urge to get online and be hateful! I think people as a whole could learn to be a little more kind to one another and the hostel attitude isn’t necessary!! I mean if you are angry then buy a punching bag! I just don’t see it being the internet as an excuse to be ugly to another person!!
to chev varann they are not honest and sincere! they are rude and hateful!!

under the rib cage walls? poem?

Under the rib cage walls ~

Under and behind these ribs cage walls
Lies something that will never grow old
So good, it should be in an exhibition hall
There lies, a heart made of love and gold

Go through the bone walls like a ghost
Sail in the vein path with a boat
Go up a few stairs, and get to the door
The door leading to the golden heart

Knock on there twice and ring the bell
Hop on in, and boom bang you are in my heart
Made entirely of gold, but painted with my blood
There is not a single crack in the walls, not any seen

The host, is analyzing every move you make
You are watching the walls, seeing no cracks
Walking around, observing the footsteps
Hoping with your own heart, to make it here

Now, the crucial moment comes
There is a wet cement path through the floor
You are placed in one end of it, anxiously waiting
The host comes into the room, about to announce

You did not let him talk you started walking
Knowing every step was crucial, taking them slowly
When you reach the end, the host has its mouth open
You wanted to walk in my heart, even if not allowed

After your unexpected move, you were kicked out
Left alone in the complete darkness of my thorax
Truth is, your steps were taken to a special room
But, in the same room, lies the biggest crack

my 8th poem, i am just 14. tell me what you think? what do you understand from it?