Lost

Lola

Ignorance is bliss yet she do it so well 

The way she tie her hair back and go out in heels

Her people warn stay home but only her minds right

She tell him pick her up onna corner to the right 

 

See shawty got brains as much as she got body

Parents want the best she just wanna be a thotty

They give her everything she need but she just wanna party

And the one who did the deed ... well let’s call him Rodney 

 

So lost so lost in her new ways 

Shorty stressed so pressed in her new stage 

She don’t forget and reflect on the old days 

White girl what she sniffs off the used page

 

Back to Rodney , yeah Rodney 

He about a decade older 

And the girl let’s call her diamond, her shoulder he reaching over

Pressuring her for sex, saying she got the best 

 

Now she know it’s going wrong she feelin it in her chest 

Now she regrets, getting in the car 

Cus see when she said no Rodney was on hard 

 

And when she fought back 

Rodney start to chokin her 

In a park pitch black

 he wrapped a coat on her 

And ain’t even look back 

  

One week later from that day 

I was walkin past a poster 

What it say?

“Have you seen me” with her face 

              LOST 

 

  • Author: Lola (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2018 19:13
  • Category: Short story
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  • Crystal Hope

    wow so incredible

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Welcome LOLA ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ well penned and pulsating with Rhyme & Rhythm ! BUT a sad and oft repeated story. As Teens (We were all Teens once !) we long to break free from our own Family and both release & control our emotions ! We dress sharp and enter the Party Scene ~ hoping we'll be attractive ~ hoping to score. There is always a RODNEY for the GIRLS ~ There is always a THOTTY for the boys ~ we are both vulnerable BUT GIRLS just want to be LOVED ~ MEN always want MORE & MORE and they can turn violent if frustrated ! Often it ends in RAPE ~ sometimes in DEATH and often the MEAN doesnt look back ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ My MUM taught me to always treat GIRLS with RESPECT & thank GOD I always have. Yours BRIAN Please check my site which I share with my FIANCEE ANGELA ~ OK !



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