“Is your name Priscilla?”

“Is your name Priscilla?”

A Poem by Alexandra

Her mother smells like midnight in a Spanish household
Lilac & coffee
Her son loves her very much
Never weening off the left breast

I noticed two bites on my left ankle tonight
I wonder where they came from
Or if they were from yesterday’s altercation when I walked down North Ave
Dan told me to not worry about it, to talk to him

But I really don’t think talking is going to get this feeling down
I’m ashamed
I’m ashamed of you and that walk and that window and Salem St and the door
And everyone you call friends

Rachel Beck is a b***h
And so are you.


© 2018 Alexandra


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lol,tell it like it is,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on September 24, 2018
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Alexandra
Alexandra

Roselle , NJ



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