Sophia was a slave

A slave from Michigan

They’ll start shippin’ ‘em’

Down my way two weeks from today

2013 kind’a girls

Different faces

But same world

Sophia was a slave

A harlot, lady heroin

A scarlet

A piece

A trick

Pleasure for every man’s dick

Sophia was a gypsy gal

And every man that entered her was disgusting and vile

Sophia was a slave

And every personality she had become

Was purely man made

She was in need of some haldol

 “Cause the voices in her head told her

To just end it all

Sophia was a whore

A wench

Pussy for some blue collar Grinch

Sophia was a slave

They dragged her around like in cave man days

She was no Salem witch

But pimped out bitch

She could make any man feel like they were angelically kissed

Sophia’s been reconstructed

And made to trust it

 

This dystopia

 

 

 

LOST GIRLS (INSERT FROM EPIGRAM)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/lost-girls-poetry#play

I kept getting these visions over and over again

She’s probably high, real hard to defend

It was during my worst days that I prayed

I was walking through life’s crazy maze

and in an alley way there my friend laid

This was bad news

I was lost and completely confused

And was living in a world of self-centered fools!

I’ve been asking God to send me a sign

Leave this place, right now’s the time

This is where I’m at

This moment is mine

Should I stay?

Or should I go?

Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know!

All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin

I’ll never forget how I let this disease win

When I think of the fire I’ve survived

I often wonder why I’m still alive

God has this major plan and I’m so excited cause I haven’t ran

My friend got killed by some crazy man

But I believe she was part of Gods perfect plan

Some have to die for others to live

And for that reason I promise to give all of me to recovery

I have one chance to make this right

And for that reason I promise to always walk in Gods eye sight

Wanna walk in my shoes?

I don’t think so

These are places no one should ever go

 

 

Lost Girls

Lost Girls

 

 I’ve decided to write.

Tonight’s not like any other night.

Everything feels right, nothing’s wrong.

I haven’t felt this way in so long.

I’m at peace, all the chaos has finally ceased.

There’s so much to be grateful for.

God is opening so many doors.

Have you ever looked at the stars.

And wondered if there’s life force on mars.

And if their struggles are the same as ours.

My mind is not somewhere far away.

The only thing I worry about is what to cook today.

I’m not on the streets walking the beat.

Panhandling just to get a bite to eat.

Some angel sent down to lend a hand.

In the form of some perverted man.

And when I do get the money it’s like bee’s on honey.

YUP!

Dope boys ridin’ with that look like…WASSUP!

So I do what I do, and I run like a little girl late for school.

They see desperation in my eyes.

They ask me.

Do you need this?

And of course I lie.

They’re tigers looking for meat.

So I get high and I’m back on the streets, with nowhere to go.

I know some old man’s looking for a show.

It’s lonely out here.

Damn, no one knows.

I look and see girls just as lonely as me, wishing to pray or praying to wish to be free.

But drugs were all we were able to see.

And I know deep down inside this isn’t really me.

I knew this man he took my girl for a ride.

I told her not to go she said she wouldn’t but she lied.

She thought I was try’na steal her trick.

It’s funny how a junkies mind ticks.

The core of this disease had me constantly on my knees and it wasn’t to pray.

ANYWAY.

There were many days I had to swallow my pride.

I was seriously contemplating suicide.

I just wanted to kill myself and die.

I was a hopeless bum ten times over and then some.

Why did my friend have to go for that ride?

I got this really strange feeling inside.

I kept seeing visions of her being swept up on a tide.

I kept getting these visions over and over again.

She’s probably high, real hard to defend.

It was during my worst days that I prayed.

I was walking through life’s crazy maze, and in an alley way there my friend laid.

This was bad news. I was lost and completely confused and was living in a world of self-centered fools!

I’ve been asking God to send me a sign.

Leave this place, right now’s the time.

This is where I’m at this moment is mine.

Should I stay or should I go?

Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know.

All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin.

I’ll never forget how I let this disease win.

When I think of the fire I’ve survived.

I often wonder why I’m still alive.

God has this major plan and I’m so excited cause I haven’t ran.

My friend got killed by some crazy man… but I believe she was part of Gods perfect plan.

Some have to die for others to live and for that reason I promise to give all of me to recovery.

I have one chance to make this right.

And for that reason I promise to always walk in Gods eye sight.

Wanna walk in my shoes?

I don’t think so.

These are places no one should ever go.

 

 

                             Thank you, Ladies of the Night.

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