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March 16, 2015
Bitch! Bitch! Bow! Knock! She drops.
Fist swinging feet flying
Stupid Hoe! Bam! Slam! She’s still throwing blows.
Wait! Stop! She’s not moving
Fuck that Bitch she aint bout that life
Video rolling while roaring laughter sounds the alarm of despair
Damn she holding her own
Hell naw she got that ass beat
Deep breathes! In out in out slower and slower
Right hook swing duck left hook
Bobing and weaving she’s still throwing blows
Her flag is raised she’s down for the count
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ding ding the bell rings
Still as a statue with hands over her head she’s down, she’s down
The victor vacates pitifully vindicated
“Told that bitch she did want it”
Left for dead breathe in breathe out slow stiff stuck sturdy
Conscious? Alive? Why?
“That Bitch was talking shit”
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.