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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Metallic skin" I dont lotion anymore Such acts would soften an amour now immune to abuse. Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep. I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in acts of unwanted desires. A child's room to become the scene for subjected sin in sex! My Innocents awaits to be taken once more, soon my Dora underwear will be torn off by a gentleman with the courtesy of secretly replacing them. Swiper's car pulls up A man of work, he stops not to say a thing, he pulls the door and creeps right in. Right on schedule sir! Yes sir! Yes sir! The soldiers on the television, I turned their voices up. I sit in the corner, further away from him, I pressed my face into the arms of meeting walls, the spot where my tears kept me clean. His five knives went jammed in my neck! I bit my lips causing my metallic skin to flick a tooth in the back of my head. I swallowed it as my signature, approving this sentence. Molten lava between my legs. The friction scrapes me in and out! Head held down, bowed to the name who sits on my family tree, I am green but he still picks me! We are dogs, family on top of family, he did it horridly, a gentleman without hospitality. He gave me something much bigger than me, pressure to the pipe, it laid inside of me. My reflection shows a prospective whore Daddy what should I become a Lady of the night? For every night you open my little books to read me! This red liquid drips me colourful, I paint a dead colouring book. Daddy I am small but my tears are big, a million times I died in my own liquid. I don't have a shadow anymore for I am not worthy to be seen. My skin grows but I shrink, dreams died one stroke at a time. He smashed my metalic skin. Now I am HIV “Aladeen" my curves curls up cursed touched by a related beast. I am done, I am drowned in my metalic skin. ©Copywrite By: Ramone Young Poetic System Kidz Entertainment.
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