Whore

I got my heart broke 

At 27 

Shit turned me into a whore 

They thinking I’m sore 

Whole time I just up the score 

Looking at my dive board 

Questioning if you should dive in 

Once you feel this wetness you back up 

Now I’m looking at you crazy 

Did all that hype ova the phone & thru text 

Just to pull up with no dick 

Had to call an Uber up outta there 

I said I like gang members with tattoos 

With BIG DICKS 

WITH BIG GLOCKS 

you came in with a shrimp like 

Baby what you expect me to do with that 

You said my pussy to tight you can’t get thru in that 

I told you get down on knees & lick me clean 

I rode your face while I rolled this blunt 

Had you flipping me across the room 

Like I’m a demon & shit 

Don’t bring me that soft code lovely dovey shit 

I need my neck chocked 

Back broke 

When done with me I need a different walk 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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