Puta Six inch stilettos rest on her two finger tips Swollen feet from a long night of walkin the strip Turned a good amount of tricks Candle sticks Burnin both ends of the wick Some of her customers were chicks Five foot five thick Body sick Dime piece She was fit for a king’s feast A drink of Hypnotiq and a taste of some narcotics Emotions Robotic Two cops A doctor And a fireman came through She giggled to herself Knowin what she did their wives wouldn’t do Malfunctions She pretended that they were her husbands Hence She dreamt of that white picket fence Plush greenery With colorful flowers beds galore Through the large red front door Inside done in Old English décor A housewife at twenty-four Volunteering to feed the poor She couldn’t ask for more Awakened from her snore She slowly slid out the backseat of the two door Back to reality of being a whore Her body sore A life she didn’t want to live no more Big underscore Hardcore Hit and miss Reminisce Next stop the big city of dreams She wanted to reign supreme Busting at the seams Thoughts of being a actress made her heart beam A glimmer of sadness was seen As she remembered her mother’s arroz con pollo And black beans She had to leave Do the extreme To be on the winnin team Chasin that cream Broken dreams The night blanketed by the peeking of sunlight Arose She sucked her teeth eye witnessing the hole In her brand new pantyhose Once white garters This life for her was getting harder Seeing no hope of achieving a real partner No marriage Pushin no baby carriage Just a Cuban girl Who likes smokin’ Marijuana Listenin to Nirvana And Rihanna Raised up in her parents restaurant The Cabaña A wilting rose Concrete jungle is all she knows The woes of being a hoe Pimp flows Cold Wearin hardly any clothes Brown nose Frontin’ puttin’ on shows Anything goes Watch your back Found bodies decomposed This is how the story goes Yo mami Ven aca ooh la la You lookin like a star Come on the walk ain’t that far Head raised from the ground She looked around Hand on her hip before takin the short trip Watchin her he bit on his bottom lip I got somethin good for you Hop in my car we got thangs to do Nature rise She got to be wise Cant allow herself to be victimized With attitude Rollin her eyes She slips back on her shoes Follows though No time for the blues Gets in He gives her a devilish grin With a wad of money in his hand Tied with a thick rubber band A conversation she understands Down for his plan Suckin on a lollipop she loves that chalupa Another day in the life of a puta An excerpt from Unprecedented Melodious Words of Ajee Da Poet Vol. 2 © 2014 Shelley Fowler
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:04:31 +0000
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