Poetry Talk

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WHAT MAKES HER SHE

conceal

hide

what you feel

inside

 

with eyes shut

lips closed

a pretty slut

a wicked rose

 

When asked who they are.

Prostitute, harlot, hooker, hustler

This is all we get to hear

Don't you think if they fear?

 

conceal

hide

what you feel

inside

 

with eyes shut

lips closed

a pretty slut

a wicked rose

 

Every time a man touches, she feels that itch,

As time wore on, she realised it would make her rich.

She remembers those days when she wanted to scream,

Now, it feels like it was all just a bad dream.

Stop judging her because of what she does,

Just try and empathise and let her live as she does.

She has a deal when she sleeps with no husbands or fathers,

Only men who are single and have certain disorders.

Open her up for the world to see,

And still she'll scream, she is free! She is free! She is free!

You think that you know her and yet you don’t see,

The troubles she has gone through and what makes her ‘SHE’.

She chose this way out of her own pain and misery,

Yet, everyone is still trying to make her free.

What do you want to make her be?

A decent woman, a wife, a mother of three?

 

conceal

hide

what you feel

inside

 

with eyes shut

lips closed

a pretty slut

a wicked rose

 

Put those fairytales 

on the shelf,

No one can save you 

but you yourself.

There’s no 

yellow brick road,

Or somewhere 

over the rainbow,

Instead of ruby slippers,

She wears cheap stilettos,

Works the streets, 

she’s a keeper,

Of all the secrets 

we’re not suppose to know,

About the senators 

in their office,

About the representatives in the bathroom stalls.

 

conceal

hide

what you feel

inside

 

with eyes shut

lips closed

a pretty slut

a wicked rose

 

the goddess of love

she was

yet she lived not above

but deep below the dust

 

conceal

hide

what you feel

inside.

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