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Your beautiful
Is what I'm told
Beauty is skin deep
Boys think my body can be sold
A compliment or two should do the trick
The way they look at me makes me sick
Use me is all they want to do
Apologies for abuse is way past due
Sexually, that's how they want me
Gives me the idea that they'll never love me
Not my body, not my face, not my long thick hair
To put themselves inside me seems their only care
They want to own me
Claim me but only for my body
Whether they tell the truth or lie
I know the dark truth inside
Like me, Love me, Leave me
Claim me, Shame me, Beat me
It all sounds the same to me
When I look in the mirror I dont like what I see
Sometimes I wish I was ugly
And they have the nerve to call me lucky
Today I experienced my worst fear. After school I caught the bus and continued on my way home, up the hill to my house. When I was walking up the street a lot of guys looked at me and I'm sorta used to it but what happen next, I did not expect. These three guys in this burgundy truck stopped. One said "yo boyfriend go you walkin? If you was my girlfriend you wouldn't be walking". I didn't turn around or even give them any attention but I was aware of what they were saying and doing. I guess it made them mad because another guy said "Ill bend yo tall ass over and fuck you" and he got out the car. When he got out the car I got seriously afraid but I showed no emotion. The driver said "dont bother her dude just get back in the car". I was so afraid and glad that I was finally at the top of my street. When I looked down the street my brother was standing on the porch waiting for me to open the door. My mother pulled up as soon as I got to the door. I told her I was never walking home by myself again. I went in my room and threw my bag and chemistry book down and I was sitting on my bed crying. I told her all about it and now I'm getting some mase. I was so afraid and I'm so sick of guys only wanting to fuck me. I cant stand when guys that are so much older than me and try to 'pick me up'. It makes me sick. I'm so not in the mood for this shit anymore. Sometimes I wish I was ugly, and they have the nerve to call me lucky.
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Posted by milcpoetry66 on 2008-08-29 18:04:52 | Rating: | Views: 34
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I see what you mean. I had similar experiences. I hate guys "only wanting to ****" and things of that matter. Men make me uncomfortable. That stuff makes me sick also. If you need someone to talk to, I am here.
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Posted by Plakola
on 2008-09-01 14:45:47
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