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Updated: Apr 26, 2021

by Tedria Smith

I lay flat at her feet

And watch her brown skin sparkle

in the bright hot lights above me

She just turned seventeen

Her mother threw her out

so I am her provider

I control her so much

I made her change her name

her identity and her life

Her long-shaved legs twirl for me

She needs me and I give her

those high heel pumps, those

long pink squared shaped nails

those diamonds, that make-up

those long black-hair extensions

She puts a show on for me

her body moves like a snake to

loud slow and fast rhythmic beats

of music, all eyes on her

And by the time the show is over

I am the green, paper-thin thing

she needs to get through life.

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