"21 BY 16"
Go ahead and use my body for what you need,
Push me down on my knees,
Make me yell...make me scream,
Use my body as you please,
Tell me you love my blowjob eyes,
And please ignore me as I cry,
Because for now I am just someone's treasure,
Another man's pleasure,
Lathered in shame,
But that's just part of the game.
Stolen kisses,
No conditions,
Near misses,
All these addictions.
But not to the drugs... to the sex.
And not for the orgasams that take away our breath.
But because it makes us feel so wanted.
All they want is for us to flaunt it.
Should I be filled with guilt,
I can feel my heart begin to wilt.
Take my time,
I have all night.
By god I could be a queen,
21 by 16,
These men should be proud of me.
They hold me close to their bodies for awhile,
Then throw me to the streets at night,
I try to show off my cheesy smile,
When will things be alright?
Pale faces and purple brusies.
Tear stained eyes and smeared lipstick,
In the beginning you think you can "get use to this".
But I will always go back to the nasty men.
Look at me so hopeless.
Take a good look...
Can you find a use for this used person?
- Casey J. Phillips (1-24-17)
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