Sure, I like men,
Belle said,
Like the sex too
And kissing business,
But I don’t want
To be owned by one;
No sir, not this girl,
This girl’s going places,
Going to see the world,
Going to be someone,
Not like my mother,
Stuck the hell
With that no hoper
Of a man who
I had to call Father or Pa
Or whatever
His drunken tongue
Taught along
With his hand’s hit;
No, I don’t need
No man that bad
I’d waste my life
For him
Or his stupid greed
Or wants
Or lusts whatever,
No sir, not me,
As soon as my divorce
Comes through
I’m out of here,
On the first bus
And off I go
To New York
Or Chicago.
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I really like this...
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thank you Lillie.
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amazing piece. I really like this one
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Thank you, Catie.
I am going through your poem slowly and enjoying what i read.
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