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China Biggs Poem
My songs know what you did in the dark.
Destroying your body like it’s a work of art.
By taking pills and binging on booze
Our daughters make themselves weak and out of the loop.
They slice their skin and skip out on dinner
All for the sake of being thinner and thinner.
To fit the stereotypical, masochistical mold that encompasses our psyche
We tell our daughters they gotta be a size 0 with nice curvy hips or else they’re a dyke.
If our sons aren't buff and bench-pressing the max, we simply shake our heads and call them whack.
The TV becomes the parent
The parent takes the backseat, as a memory to morals unseen.
Anorexic models and famous athletes flash across the screen.
See kids, this is the dream.
All you gotta do now is throw away your hopes, and disown those who hold you dear.
Ah, now I see I have your ear. I feed off your fear. Old age is near, and look at you. You look so queer.
Sell your soul for fame and acceptance
Tomorrow’s too late to beg for repentance.
The lights burn your skin, the flash make you nervous
But didn't you earn this?
Thousands scream your name, you got your fame, but you feel maimed, drained, and strained.
Spread your legs wide and lay on your back
So I can hack and hack and hack at your soul.
By tomorrow morning you’ll be begging for more.
You’re just a whore. You realize it now? Down to your core,
There’s nothing more. You’re just a fame whore...
Copyright © China Biggs | Year Posted 2013
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China Biggs Poem
Another breath, another cut,
Cut until I can’t hear your thoughts.
Thoughts of you fuel my rage.
Rage pent up like a beast in a cage.
Long are the nights of crying
Crying over past regrets, what might be and what could be.
Can’t someone take away this misery?
But death, death hears my pleas.
But death, death knows my pain.
But death, death tempts me with his offer again.
Do I go with him this time or do I stay?
I’ll only stay another day.
Another breath, another cut
Cut until I can’t hear your thoughts.
Thoughts of you fuel my rage.
Rage pent up like a beast in a cage.
Long are the nights of crying.
Crying over past regrets, what might be and what could be.
Can’t someone take away this misery?
Copyright © China Biggs | Year Posted 2013
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