Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends


he’s been spending his days
engaged in scholarly pursuits

reading stacked volumes
in the library
educating himself about
and psychosexuality

claiming to have my demonic beat down
casting me from imaginary heaven for it

if he really could empathize
with how i’m wired
he would dare to extend me
basic human courtesy

but i’m glad he’s starting to realize
no matter how bad things get

he’ll always be the daddy

i’m forever the hurt little girl

and it will be him who has to drop my hand
in a crowded place
then walk away

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