She wears a short red dress She fits in Up to no good, shes covered with sin On a mission for a prize shell never win And this is how the story begins At a bar just ready with drinks Im in heaven with a thought and a wink He makes me blush with the thought of me He smells like money n better than Armani After this thing a get graphic and explained vividly And everything turns horribly But back to the story Hes caught with visine N he says its for his eyes All lies no surprise But as Im seeing Things get blurry and tiring Stumbling and staggering This man helps me Fun times totally wasted off of a drink I lay down in a room I never seen Fall asleep...keep dreaming After mounting this steed He enters me...fighting him off with all I got I feel weak and hes strong Pin my arms to keep me And beating me like a heroic figure Beats bad guys in scenes Black and blue Bleeding both internally and externally Praying foe time to move faster Because of this bastard You fight a little hoping hed be over But you pray for death to be more merciful Years on your face as the swell up Almost shut...no one is gonna love me now After this I will be scarred, wont be able to have kids, and now disfigured For some reason I cant breathe Since I cant see this man is done destroying me Suffocating his hands around my neck So theres no one left for Identifying Then he stops...pulls me up and says clean up Im disoriented...staggering like a girl with too much to drink And see, in a room with blood trickling Down my thighs, tearing up some more as I cry I wonder if this is how my ancestors felt as a slave Living this everyday Someone touches me...Im sore And he grabs me and tells me Im ugly Shooting pain in my face I hate my life and this is my hell Please angel of death and mercy kiss me with your spell and set me free Please.... Round two begins This time with another man Lies and says hell take care of me Scarring internally too Taking longer than the last one I hate this crocheting thing Kill me already So they can have their necromancy Hours swing by for them but to me its slow seconds...their having fun Pour their beer on me Kicking me, punching me And supposedly loving me Pissing on my body Destroying me Now Im not bad looking Caramel compelxction, thick chick, With a nice smile Curves for days to make any man smile But I digress Turn after turn, man after man Different voices resignation around my head I lost the count once my eyes closed shut Beaten like a mule and feeling like a slut The more I scream the more no one hears My face is so swollen I dont think I had anymore tears Just taking it And these piece of shits Dropped me off a block at least from the hospital Staggerng to the emergency Covered in piss and blood...why would I want saving Release me Im dying Im tried of walking and living Tired of breathing If I live these sons of hitches are going to die I swear this on my life My feet bleed as I stammer to emergency Luckily an angel was looking of for me No reconstructive surgery, just recovery and healing, And time. Things actually worked out for me because I forgot everything My mind help me see, by blocking everything Until the day came till my reminder came again Remembering that night...the near death experience I tried to hide. Taz 3/9/14
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 14:16:24 +0000