I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But nobody else will touch you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But nobody else will kiss you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But I'm the only one talking to you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
But let a *** speak of you
I ain't yours and you ain't mine
I will never say  "I love you"

    ~Corona Harris~

Cute
Pretty
Beautiful
****
While most women love hearing these words from the lips of their lovers for the evening,
I don't.
They aren't simple complements, they're ways to make me vulnerable.

Now I just sound like a white girl with issues, yeah I know.
But the truth is that everyone who has told me those words as only wanted what's between my legs.
And half the time, when they got it, they left.

I'm tired of men seeing me at 8am with no makeup or heels
Looking at me as if I had lied to them
Because I'm obviously looking for love* in the wrong places

One night stands don't make hoes into housewives
But they will certainly turn housewives into hoes.

I left you
darlin
'cause you din care an
din' want
and now I
live alone in tis
gutter 'cause ugly
old filth I am
you said
so am
nobody jus' a
***.

Imma tryna escape
Tryin' since ages now
I'll jus' go go go
The world will stop
Once and bow bow bow
Because it respects me so
And only this earth beneath doth know
I am no ***, no ***
Come down sun
Now I'll go go go

I found a lighter in an old winter coat
and remembered that it belonged to you
I spun the flint and saw the spark we shared
the flame died like our love.

We sparked blunts together
We spent months together
Our love was to be forever
Or so we thought

We smoked some reef
But then we had beef
And we just had to be apart

Oh reggae love, I miss you so
But our ending was all she wrote
Maybe I'll find some other ***
And find her lighter in my coat

Hope is a myth.

To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.

I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers. All my hope is turned to despair.