Dymond in the Dirt

Love Without A Tradgedy (updated)

In your eyes I'm nothing but a whore
But that's because I was born with a mom who
Often liked to explore.
So excuse me if I act like a slore
It's just a feeling I have to act on every time I feel
It in my core, it's a demon who just want more until I'm sore. . .
Give me , give me like I'm poor ; Give me an orgasm and then my love starts to pour.
I never felt love like this ever since my mom walked out that door.
My body is a temple and my temple is in Singapore . yeah right a temple to whoever comes fourth because I'm insecure . . . whore
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Sincerely your whore by Poet Taylor

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After Mrs. Holloway finished reading my poem I stood up and gave myself a hand clap whilst everyone looked at me weirdly. I was use to it .... the stares, the whispers , and the names. I was sort of an outcast and I was fine with that. I refused to be anything but me & they didn't like it but it was my life. I had been through a lot so I was just on another level than everyone else at school.
I wrote that poem last minute this morning, I totally forgot I had English first period and honestly I needed this grade. Of all my classes I actually enjoyed English... when Mrs. Holloway wasn't on the rag.

"Wooow Poet you've out done yourself. Are you really proud of that?" Morgan who was seated next to me said

"Yup" I said sitting in my seat and owning it.

"Well Ms. Taylor though I love the construction of the poem next time keep it a little pg 13" Mrs. Holloway said

I smirked

"So you love being a whore?" She asked

"Do YOU love being a whore Morgan?" I asked Honestly because she was no better than me...

"No- I'm not a whore Poet! Mrs. Holloway get this bitch from by me Bro!"

"Don't be hostile because I can admit to my dirty deeds and you can't honey" I said leaning towards her .

Yes. I was what they called a "whore" "slut" but I'd prefer promiscuous for the culture. Yeah I did get around with a couple of guys just like every girl in the school did, I just kinda choose the wrong ones. A girl has needs and if guys can do it so could I . That was for no one to worry about but me and God but you know how gossiping school girls and immature boys .

As I leaned towards her she MUSHED me in my face, pushed her hands away "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled . We both jumped out of our seats and started at each other.

BAM! She punched me square in the nose. I hit the floor clutching my face and she kicked and hit me. I thought the BLOWS would never stop till I was grabbed up by security. . .

When I got in the office I started crying feeling stupid for even trying to fight Morgan, feeling stupid for composing that poem, and feeling stupid for being overall me. Morgan and I sat in the principles office where she again attacked me busting my lip adding to my bloody nose and black eye. Honestly this wasn't new , I had been in multiple fights over the years.

I ended up getting expelled because this was my fourth fight and it was only the first 9 weeks of school, plus my dirty little poem. Mrs. Holloway threw it away but I had it saved on my laptop. My Dad without a question came and picked me up 2 hours later, I don't know why he took so long.

I got in his BMW and we drove off.

"You okay?" he asked

I couldn't say anything I just burst out in tears. my Dad sighed continued steering I need he was sick of my antics, I just hoped he never got tired of me. Between fights, sneaking out, running away, and suicide attempts I'd be sick of me too.
We pulled into an McDonald's parking lot where he stopped to console me.

"It's okay baby" he said rubbing my back

"I'm sorry Daddy I'm sorry for being this way" I cried "everyone hates me"

"That's not true"

"It is my friends hate me, my teachers , even my own mom. Even GOD!"

"I love you fuck everything and everyone else, I'm here for you" he said "God loves us no matter what and he'll always be there when you feel alone" this is why I loved him. He always had my back NO MATTER WHAT I DID! He was always encouraging and soothing unlike my mother was. Living my mother for years was hell unfortunately when she died things lighten up.
I know my dad had my best intentions at heart and didn't want me to end up like my mom.

"Let's go get some Starbucks" he said

When we got to Starbucks I ordered my fave drink and butter croissant.

"She fucked you up" he said touching my face. I shook my head and laughed

"Im getting you into a new school ASAP If I can I'll have you into the school I want by Tuesday"

"A private school?"

"Yeah my boss has some connections and yeah you're in, you don't have to worry a bunch of rich smart kids go there"

"A bunch of bratty rich druggies .... sounds fun woot!" I said sarcastically

"You'll fit in perfect then. Rosemont springs academy" he said

"Dad . I'm not spoiled" I pleaded . My dad did have some money and made sure I was MORE than straight but I wasn't use to it.

"Tuesday is tomorrow Dad"

"Next Tuesday"

Poet taylor

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Hey guys this is my new story check it out ! & by the way I wrote that poem just now on the spot please don't jock my poem but if you do she ask me because um yeah I want some acknowledgement please and thanks you!

Revised

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