Black Poetry : He Called Me a Hoe

[Angela22]

And with a wide eyed look

Staring upward at his towered height

I wonder

Is that all it took

Just me reading him like a book

And still I wondered

Does he expect rage

But he was the one

Who set the stage

So do perform alone

Make tomfoolery your home

Til your heart's content

Til you rattle the earth

And hell is bent

Since you're so hellbent

On me

Losing what makes me free

My identity

My ability

To see

That you're no good

And you're no better, more so

So you called me a hoe

Then why not go

Oh

You don't know

Yeah

If you say so...