Courtney (A Prose Poem)

You know that ridiculously ******* who knows she's hot?
You know that chick that all those dudes fawn over?
You know that chick that might be a poster for making guys in traffic pull over?
I call her Courtney.
That chick who might either be popular and/or a ****?
The chick that not-so-casually shows that thong as she struts?
I call her Courtney.
She doesn’t hang with losers.
But yet she doesn’t respond to cat callers.
You know her?
She makes girls mad.
She makes boys want to smack that ***.
And she likes it.
Her ***** trap drives boys’ brains to the fritz.
And she likes it.
Am I the only one that sees it?
Do I have the ability to see the future?
She might be peaking, her ******* sending boys into a stupor,
But baby girl... You’re going to have haters.
All the other girls are going to catch up sooner rather than later.  
In the meantime, Courtney, do you, boo-boo.
Keep showing off that body for them. I’m not gonna argue.
I’m just saying you are showing it off on a platter...
And somebody's going to take it...

Isn't it a bit ironic
In my older age
That more and more
Males are on the ****** rampage?
I'm not going to lie and say I'm an angel
Cause In high school, man, I was mental
I was crazy
Me and my friends talked about girls daily
Who’d get that puh?
Who's a freak
Who's a ****?
All this because they see a g-string up her ****
Sad
But me on the other hand,
I was a geek
I was shy
But I had hormones too
I felt for them
But instead of saying
“When you gonna let me hit that?"
Or
“****, that *** is fat!"
And give it a slap
I befriended said girls
I didn't know why
I now think it's irony
That they'd be associated with a guy with me
With that being said
Brethren, keep your hands off
The female body.

I fell in love with this town
This town called Sin City
As an adult ironically
I was eight or nine
It's nothing to do until you're of age
So I waited out of spite

When I was twenty-one
I fell in love
I won in craps, played blackjack
I even saw my first pair of bountiful *******
It made me blush

Vegas is home of the glitz
The glamour
The clubbing
Fremont Street
The dancers

But today...
In this time of uncertainty
Pray for the City of Sin
They need it.

You want to know why I think
Lips are ****?
You really want to know?
You don’t see it?
You don’t see them?
Those thick
Juicy
Luscious
Hot lips?
I want to touch them
I want to feel them
I want to taste them
And I’m not even talking in that way
Yet
I like it when you lick them
I like it when you gloss them
It turns me on
It’s been too long since a woman placed her lips
Onto mine
Your lips
And mine intertwined?
That would be divine.
So do you see it?
Or is it just me?

Beats playing
On the table
You ****** think I’m about to open my mouth
That’s just a fable
Please
I’m listening to how you rap about money
Hoes and/or ******
It does sound tempting
But have you no charisma?
Maybe not
We’re still in high school
It’s still the same beat
It’s all about how you gonna eat
Over and over again
I’m not a rapper
If I was
I would say, with no offense:

I’m not a rapper
You ****** are braggers
I’m a poet
And I know it
And your dreams are about to be shattered

I’m not a rapper
I’m not a trap star
If you saw me
You'd laugh, and say
“Who this *****, bruh?"
But it’s ok
A dude can dream, right?
Of the stage
And the admirers
And the flashing lights
I don’t have that
Deep down, I do
But too many remain untrue
Women, drugs, and money
That’s all they see
I Don’t have money
I Don’t do drugs
God knows I don’t have women
This **** ain’t free
Like Kendrick said
Word of advice
Don’t fit in, stand out instead
That was my mistake back then
Don’t try too hard
There are better days ahead
After all...
We just in high school
I’m sitting at the table
Beat still playing
If you still think I’m opening my mouth
That’s still a fable

I’m not a rapper
You ****** are braggers
I’m a poet
And I know it
And your dreams are about to be shattered

What if I told you
You were beautiful
What if I told you
You were so graceful
When I see your hips move
What would you do if you found out my truths
What if I told you I dreamt about you
Borderline obsessed
So much so that it made me profess
What if I told you
You were smart
But you knew that
What if I told you
I admired you
What if I told you
You were loyal
What if I told you
I appreciated you
What if I told you...
I’m sorry
For alienating you
For obsessing over you
For the disrespect
Nobody’s perfect
All of these are fact
Just like
You are the sexiest woman I have ever met
What if I told you that?
But you already knew that from me
You need to hear that from another one
Who bent a knee
What if I told you that
You are beautiful
You are ****
You are loyal
But you need to make him know
To love you like you are Royal.

*******br>Why does it make us stupid, huh
I wish it was a formula
But nothing’s free
Most of the guys will agree with me
Y’all will say it’s a unicorn
Y’all will say it heals
The way that I feel
It’s difficult to conceal
It’s also a meal.

*******br>It confounds us, huh
Also called the puh
And called many names
I love it when y’all hide it behind your Hanes
Your Way
Was that too cliche?
I’ll stop
Hypnotize me while that puh pop
Make that thing drop
Ooh, she freaky
She can’t be stopped

*******br>What it feel like
I don’t know
I just seen a glimpse
Of a girl’s bush
That made me go limp
It **** sure wasn’t presidential
She thought her Puh was transcendental
Please
More like it should be confidential
She was a **
And she knew it
And that was the moment that I realized
*******br>Was a formula:
Wait until you’re ready for that curricula