November 21, 2009 7:09am192 onlineDaily: True or false: 29 years ago today, 84 people died and 785 were injured in a fire at the old MGM Grand hotel. Click here to answer
No alarm clocks, no good morning’s; just a kick in the guts,
No sleep, no peace, in this place that never shuts.
Start the days work; right hook, then left,
When the final blow comes, try not to look.
Face down, closed eyes, pretend not to see,
The ugliness behind, the reason I’m not free.
Yes me, my life, here you’ll read no fiction,
Every day, every night, a never-ending subjection.
He beats and he beats, and as always he wins,
But only after the bruises, does the real assault begin.
I know that he’s keen by how little I can breathe,
But even now, satisfied, he doesn’t make to leave.
No fancy riddles,
I bare the truth now.
No need to fear again,
I want to tell how.
He wants to see my face; wants to kiss my lips,
I say, “fuck you, you make me sick!”
Words spoken with hate, after years of oppression,
I couldn’t face that he knows; this was never my profession.
He doesn’t like that, he paid his fair share,
So he says quite simply, “I don’t fucking care”,
He’s wants what he wants, so he jerks back my head,
One crack. Shit, he thinks, she’s dead.
An inconvenience all round to be sure,
He apologises and pays a little bit more,
“It’s not your fault sir, she was playing hard to get,
Have your pick of these girls, fresh from the deck.”
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LilDiva23: i really like this! good job! on November 07, 2009 9:40 AM
