June 6th 2008
@ approx. 10:48pm
I became the prom queen
ceremonial induction song
Alicia Keys-"No One"-blasted
being honored
for charm, feminine ways, beauty
front seats-doors locked
spotlight on
he wanted to crown me
reluctant, he told me "5 minutes"
told him "NO"
black dress, blue slit, his car
pressing pain into pussy
patiently waiting for nothing
forced lubrication
making him easier to swallow than what he made me digest
I HATE DRESSES!
"Easy access," he says
"you'll enjoy it...eventually"
was happy just being a princess
Cinderella had til' midnight
eight minutes had gone by
mistaking loss of vigor
for orgasms
watery eyes
he didn't care
as long as one of my holes were wet
i was not his first
finger fucking forcing my faded mind to go elsewhere
swollen secrets shaken
trying to convey a message
but he's too busy shoving things in it
fist...fingers...face...force
pain, force, pain, force
back forth, back forth,
I don't think i can feel anything anymore
I'm the filter for assault
i filter the chorus courageously
sound tracking my humiliation
"No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I felt"
I hate you Alicia Keys!
I hate that song
punctured
never knew i could bleed that way
cracked crown, sharp edges
I thought RED meant STOP!
breaking laws, broken hymen
just wanted to be a princess for the night
lipstick smeared, twisted dress,
stained panties
5 more minutes turned midnight
Guess i was Cinderella
I just wanted to go home
his fingers laced around my throat
in a teal ribbon
a poster child for
awareness
gripping his penis-he grunts
its nice to know someone enjoyed it
marking my nipples...thighs...stomach
i don't want to be touched
a defected battery-hazardous waste
no, i am not beautiful
i am ashamed-a queen
princesses made queens overnight
with facials, lipstick and little boys
who think rape and pleasure is all synonymous
our right of passage
stop-stOp-STOp
screaming to get out
but instead he relieves himself on my skin, coating the scars
as if his DNA, mixing in my blood
was gonna make him royal as well
and i almost pitied him
because no matter how many princesses he made into queens
he would remain the joker
who puts punch lines into pussies
hoping to find something humorous in his failure
Taking me home...
he asked for his crown back
denounced me of my throne
he made me his queen
because of my charm, feminine ways and beauty
so i aspire to be a grotesque princess
may no man want to crown me worthy