Beautiful Crack Whore
I need you to pull down my panties And spank me I need you to rip off my clothes And beat me I need you to call me a slut And f**k me In front of your friends Yes, pimp me Glue my mouth shut Stuff me in a box And fed ex me To another continent Then forget me But you won’t You stupid f**k Why, oh why Do you want me? Why do you search for me? On those cold, brutal nights In dark alleys, in crack dens And Always find me In a stupor, in a daze Menses running down my legs Haven’t bathed in days You clean me Sing lullaby’s and wait for me And when I awake, I cry in your arms And hate you so much For believing in me I need you to stop Fu**ing with me I’m no good Motherfu**er can’t you see You’re so good An anomaly You can’t say that That you love me I’ll kill you For believing in me Please kill me I don’t have the guts you see Barely the guts to breathe Barely the guts to breathe Do I even have a soul? I ask, I plead I once was told that My soul never weeps Guess she’s not a wimp like me No, she’s nothing like me I was told that she hovers Over the places I creep She takes mental notes As I wander from scene to scene Sounds like a stalker What does she want from me? Between you and her I have no fucking privacy Let me be, let me be I’m a crack whore A dirty crack fiend But ironically That’s not what you see And if I really do have a soul Then what does that make me I laugh at the thought Is it a possibility? That I AM beautiful?
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