The StripperA Poem by Chrisreceived 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 Last Updated on October 31, 2014 AuthorChrisNYAboutwriter, musician, now an amateur poet, feedback is appreciated and tips more..Writing
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