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Your Bitch is Talking

Say what you mean.
I'm not a sex object.
But I can be a sex machine.
I'll do anything competing for the attention of men.
Slut princess.
Beauty Queen, Stripper. Prostitute. 

Say what you really mean.
Here's the situation the worlds oldest female profession, but it still doesn't get superannuation. 
I'm accomplished educated.
But I earn less than you, unless I sell my youth.
I get no holiday pay.
I work harder at what I do.
I'm a multi tasking multi talented mule.
You didn't have to be so cruel. 
You take me for granted because your view is slanted. 
The house is a mess because I'm not your maid, fool.  
I got better things to do than feed you and not get paid. 
I'm more than a dress size I'm not your prize.
Does it make you cool to pretend I am.
I know who I belong to.
It ain't you. 
I'm self possessed.
You bought my false advertising.
The real product is me.
I'm an actress, a seductress.
I'm a praying mantis and baby your a bug.
In the aftermath you'll find out what I am really about.
I can do anything you can do, and I can have babies too.
It takes humility to be a mother, to be used.
To have no individuality and not lose your sanity. 
Stamina to do everything that I am supposed to do.
Where's the humanity.
It'll kill me trying to live up to you.
No time for friends I've got cleaning to do.
Yeah, your tough.
I suffer 5 days of pain every month.
And put a pretty face on it.
Look into my eyes you don't want this love to turn to hate.
Cos if I dedicate myself to hate you'll know about it mate.
I do everything and then I have to suck it back in.
You like the illusion better than I do.
War paint, fake nails, tan, high heals, try it for a day and see how it feels.
Waxing, plucking, looking pretty.
While I'm fucking you I have to put on the act to. What a pity. 
Proud of your dog behaviour -- shitty. 
You've made a slave of her and the only thing that she can't do is to force a man out of you. 
Speak my mind and I'm a bitch but you say it and get respect. 
You're my monster, my prince, hero. Guess what? That amounts to zero.
Scared of having your wings clipped.
You're ashamed of being pussy whipped. 
I'm not perfect.
I'm not a sex object. Treat me with respect. 

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Gary Piper

Where were you 25 years ago. Damn, I love a strong woman!!! Strong poem, I liked it a lot.

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Tina Smith

Thanks, i appreciate the feedback. in answer, i'm not sure that i was born. ;)

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Tina Smith

Thanks, this isn't the kind of thing that i usually write about but its cool. i was sweating it. but after ive let it rest and read t again its kinda cool.  i think of it as a kind of rap for women. Thanks so much for the feed back. 

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Tina Moore

an intense female write .full of power to the female voice . keep rising !!   tina x

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