The Stripper

The Stripper

A Poem by Chris

received a dance from

a stripper

as her body slid up and down

my poor excuse of a c**k

I asked about her

hopes and

dreams

while

she danced for change

i wanted to be a model, but my

father raped me”

that's a shame I thought

it only takes one trauma filled

memory

to make the most beautiful women

feel

ugly 

© 2014 Chris


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Added on October 31, 2014
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Chris
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