i'm talking with him and it goes down like this:
you're saying, shit, darla's got a daddy kink, that's fucking gross, babe, and i'm like, shit, she got daddy issues, or somethin'?, and you say, fuck, chicks don't have to have real issues to be fucked up like that, chick's just naturally loco, and i say,
shit like that stems from personal problems, people weren't born crazy, bobo, 'just like how bethany's been in an abusive relationship 'cause she grew up in a family like that, and you say, i don't care, then i say i do, i fucking do, 'cause i feel darla i really do, i know how her dad's like, rotting to the core with the smell of bacardi on him and the saleslady at that local mall you never fucking bothered to go to's scent on his tongue, the smell of cheap promises always lingering in his presence, i fucking know, goddamn do i relate to darla, then i take a look at myself and think, shit, what if i have daddy issues? and then i think, and think, and i think i'm not. because i don't got a fucking daddy kink.
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
