Whore

I opened my legs for disrespect to slither inbetween them.
I laid on a bed that wasn’t my own, to be spoken to like I have no home.
I gave away my most precious gift to give a man a sense of possession.
But all this did was teach me a lesson; I am a whore, I am a whore.
No matter what I wore or however much I swore to the almighty lord, he thinks I am nothing but a whore.

-S.Alaa

 

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Cigarette

I miss the smell of your cigarette stained finger tips, the way the scent would linger under my nose as you stroked my lip.

I crave your nicotine drenched kiss, I need my fix.

I place a cigarette inbetween my lips, but it doesn’t have the same kick, nicotine tastes better when it’s off your lips.

S. Alaa