Ikhide’s comments on Sentinel #40 continued from previous page
I was your un-paid prossie,
Your loose woman, street walker,
I'd come around lips glossy,
Then you brand me a stalker.
I was unaware of it,
Feelings under my lace bra,
You just treated me like shit,
I just 'your harlot' left scarred.
Convenience brought me there,
I was not on Cupid's train,
Ruthless: you just stripped me bare!
A hooker to nurse your pain.
You used me as an outlet,
Like the tissues by your bed!
I'd fuck away all your frets,
I choked on lines that you fed.
My mascara meowed "SLUT!"
My heart howled "LOVE OF MY LIFE!"
Your heart's doors slammed shut abrupt,
Wasting me like a wench wife.
Airs and graces weren't allowed,
No point in dressing up nice,
A chippie: you were never proud,
A love-less sliver of vice.
Amatoritsero, great job! Keep it up and I am truly impressed!
Ikhide R Ikheloa
Sentinel Poetry (Online) #41
INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...Since 2002 ISSN 1479-425X April 2006
Editor: Amatoristero Ede