Walls.
Come on bitch,
Play with me.
Let me use you as a get away.
Your moms not home,
Your dad ain't coming back.
Who are you waiting for?
A husband?
Ain't no nigga dumb enough to marry yo ass.
Your "I wanna go out,"
"Show me off,"
"Let's play a game,"
"What's your favorite color?"
"Have you ever read this book?"
Waiting 'til marriage ass.
Oh,
So you too good for me now?
You think that nigga ever gone look in your direction?
You think anybody but me want you,
You must be mistaken.
Them walls for me,
Girl.
I'll be the one to break you.
I'll be the only one to love you,
We both know that nobody wants a attitude having,
Sass and no class,
Straight from Section 8,
Bitch.
Fuck me.
No one else wants you.
I'll give you pleasure,
Even though the only vagina I've seen was my mother's about seventeen years back.
But I got you.
Them walls are for my demolition,
For my pleasure.
Even if you don't get yours.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
