these girls are porcelain
with their perfectly puckered lips
and their gracefully shattered hips
every inch of their pale skin is etched with desire, want, need,
but nobody ever asked her if she wanted to feed
the hungry mouths that longed for her innocence
the greedy men's sighs
and moans and ohs will speak of nothing but violence
which she will make up for with her submissive silence
these girls are like porcelain dolls
and they will be passed around
by little boys playing with their little toys
and they will crack under the weight of the sweaty body on top of them forcing them to stay still
these girls are porcelain,
with their perfectly puckered lips,
and their gracefully shattered hips.
ESTÁ A LER
the city
Poesiaand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
