poem: Street Meat by boybasher, (2025).

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my poem:

I wanna be the psychotic girl

You tell them crazy stories about

The one dxing to be wifed

With too much freedom

She’s ends up acting like a man

Distant daddy

Manic mommy

Leaves the baby girl to chase loving

Bottomless void

Fills her lungs up with whatever burns

The cheapest candy

Gets you the most messed up

The only home she ever knew

She wears on her scrawny back

Lit cxg between perfect teeth

Someone took good care of her

Yet, her brain still broke

By her own decisions or was it foul play?

No want to apologize

No need to bow down

And praise an invisible man in the sky

All he did was pxnish her family

She prays for a better tomorrow

Yet, won’t crxck her habits

She’s been burning since 22

Artificial highs

Deceitful deeds

She’s living in hxll

While inhabiting a body

I tell him he doesn’t have to be nervous

He’s actually excited

The tent in his ripped jeans, speak volumes

He’s fantasized of girls like me

“Too pretty, they must be thorns”

Bites my leaking lips

Pulls me in…

Sticky hair

Salty skin

Soft sin

Collecting the smell of men

And wearing it as perfume

Forget myself, my thoughts, my mind

And let myself be prxyed upon

Like a rabbit, lacking willpower

The type of girl who’ll break your heart

On purpose