What kind of a woman says a man can’t get fucked?
Give the power to him and on any whim you will get plucked
UP from the “Slut Tank”
my brothers used to say
they’d keep girls underneath…
When they weren’t playing with GI Joes
they’d fantasize about hoes
gettin’ blown
mp3’s of bitches moans.
From an early age undermining was underlying
Defining a woman’s worth-
that was decided before my birth.
Hurt on my turf…
I clenched my Barbie in silence.
The boy next to me in class raps “If you can’t swallow, shut up bitch gargle”
And as he roams around talkin’ bout tits and ass and gettin’ off his marbles…
I aint got no shit to follow…
As a woman I have no comeback
But as a matter OF fact
I contradict myself-
When I depict
A world with disintegration of discrimination without exasperation
I can always reduce you to swallow my menstruation.
Yes I could be like you too.
My emotions
No vacancy
Throw up my hoodie and jerk off in my complacency
I took what little love you gave me graciously, tastefully, shamelessly
But you will never know I left you painfully.
Yes I could be like you too
I won’t ask for directions
When the high road is too hard to find
I’ll just rewind
and grind
up on that safe bet
Shit don’t matter as long as I get my dick wet
Don’t know her name, don’t speak her language…
Too cowardly to spill out all my baggage so I ravage
on my aversion I sit
Leftover symptoms of missing my mama’s tit.
“I don’t belong in this world, I just don’t fit…”
Wasted so much time listening to you whine
Didn’t know you were on that Judas shit
I shoulda thrown up the deuces and told you to suck it
Fuck it
I can be like you too
Cold, lost and numb…
But I swear that fear will never let me succumb
To a bastardized version of the real me
Pulling truths from you is nothing short of third degree
Honesty, a true fight, and God won’t be your referee
I could, but I won’t let my demons defeat me
beat me
mistreat me
To the point where I look like you…
a zombie.
I stand still waiting for no one.
Understood overrating and stopped playing with Barbies.
Treating lovers like toys, yet you think you’re a man?
Hardly.
Is a man a man by his ability to desensitize?
Arrogance is contagious, but it wont be my demise.
Outrageous..
You think you fucked me dry.
Your head must be in the clouds bro, sky high
Cause you would be fucking a pie
If it weren’t for
The Heaven
In Between
My thighs.