I wrote this in a laundromat while listening to Kendrick Lamar
Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged?
well sit down take a biopsy of
the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait
what do you see? oh I know
little tiny letters that read
“we’re sorry for the…”
I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA
I’m sitting in my bed
belly swollen with soba and red
soda between the nails
of my fingertips nail clippings
on my floors because I’m too lazy to pick them up
I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA
Playing with dollies is like
playing the Sims
my cat inspires me to love blankies
I can walk into Old Navy topless
So just stop with that talk I got
Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA
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I am an 18 year old college student studying English with an emphasis on Creative Writing and Asian Literature. I started writing poetry when I was 15 in high school and my American Literature teacher made it an assignment. The whole class was scared to read their work after I read mine. That's when I knew I should continue to pursue poetry as an art form. I love many other forms of writing, of course, especially suspense and mystery. I like to listen to sad music until I fall asleep at night. My mom writes fan fiction and I edit it. My cat and my roommate are my main influences. Please comment on my poetry! I love getting feedback of any kind, including the negative!
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