Prithvi

girls that don’t exist in real life

She did a good job being a hood snob

Her man got two jobs

She spent his check on Hermes bags and blue hijabs 

Mama raised her Muslim but it felt kind of odd

She thought of changing her name so random searches would stop

Often than not, her friends wouldn’t pry open spirituality 

You pray to the left, I’ll stay right hear and grip my cross

Division of intuition got you trippin

She didn’t even tell you what you practice is diluted Egyptian 

Following the Sirius star which is Osiris 

Greeks placing the holy ghost to spite mother Isis

She is the apple of eye- the fruition of my iris

I just have to meet her.