Thursday, April 12, 2018

Heroine ~ Thursday, 12 April 2018

I'm all over the place
in my dreams with cries
and whispers on my bed

Against the hard headboard
my man likes when my screams
make our neighbors think twice

Maybe love unlike rape
isn't pure violence
but our sex feels that way

Ask me if I regret
hooking up in the dark
every night getting fed

Leftovers all sloppy
seconds stinking like week
old fish no I don't mind

Leave it to some beaver
to build dams between me
and my man if his hands

On another woman
earlier in the day
I got him drunk at night

Very much I enjoy
my drunk bitch ass nigger
bringing me home fried rice

Even if his dick smells
like some woman's pussy
I might know everyday

Real men need to feel loved
by more than one woman
with or without a glove

Turn a blind eye they say
he must experience
women I feel unkind

He has needs I have mine
sometimes he smells of ass
sometimes he makes demands

Eyes on the prize he looks
at both women and men
sometimes we argue fight

Play as if I'm worthless
no better than a whore
a kept woman too poor

Literally to leave
living like trailer park
white trash once you go black

Ask yourself if this life
is what you always thought
possible Lord above

Call me to pay respect
to brothers and sisters
if I must just to score

Equally well on tests
my man demands I take
to give head and buy smack

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