PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Girls


Girls, girls, girls

Looking to run the world, world, world

But we can't

Because all they see is what's under our pants

 

How much skin we show

If we're willing to blow

But they don't care

They'll force our mouths into their stance.

 

She didn't say no, she didn't say no

Yet everyone truly knows

She tried to say so

Yet they still call her a fucking hoe

 

They won't stop, they won't stop!

We're too scared to scream

How can we run the world this way

When they start to gang up into a team?

 

We're laying on the sidewalk

Blood rushing to our brains

We are feeling everything right now

But mostly are ashamed

 

I wish I could stop them

I wish you would stop them

But all I see

Are the girls telling their stories of when they were forced to their knees

 

All these girls, girls, girls

More than 570 every day

Every 98 seconds,

Our minds dying in a way

 

Now again she can walk

But she's not ready to talk

She'll never be the same

Please please don't take our your cock

 

She'll be thinking of that moment

While in someone's bed by choice

She'll put her clothes back on

And won't allow you to hear her voice

 

There's more girl, girls, girls

Being taken advantage of

In this gross fucking world, world, world

 
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.