

Whispering The boys in the neighborhood are waiting,Whispering by ~theclassroompoet
They want to jump bones,
When the girl that they're waiting for,
Has broken hers for the 15th time today,
Her cartilage has spilled over into her vagina,
When her period comes, she deposits fragments of bone instead of blood,
She walks out of the door with her head held high,
As if there was an award for pussy popping within the Nobel Prizes,
As if, it is okay to walk outside with your skeleton out of your skin,
As if, there was nothing else to look forward for.
She is a hooker to some, but a woman to none.
And with each step towards the boys,
She bates her eyes back,
Yet, her fee


King of Being Irrelevant King of Being IrrelevantKing of Being Irrelevant by ~theclassroompoet
Your imaginary crown bestowed upon your balding hairline,
You sit smugly in your throne that is made of air and scrap parts.
The fanfare that you crave because you are brutal doesn't make you more of a man than that makes me more of a woman.
In your invisible Amethyst-lined cape, you stand dignified and demand the respect that you have never given to anyone.
You want to be Genghis Khan or Xerxes, but you're really Louis XVI and you haven't been beheaded yet.
It is unfair that your subjects have to breathe in your cigar smoke when you are squatting in their homes and raping their daughters and son

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