Sticks and Stones (May Break My Bones, But Women F*****g Hurt Me)

Sticks and Stones (May Break My Bones, But Women F*****g Hurt Me)

A Poem by Nikki Anarchy

Sitting in this padded cell
My brain, nothing but clay
I can't eat nor even sleep
as the best parts of me decay
I can't live without her
and this for a fact is true
She's out of my life for good
But you know, who f*****g knew?

She said we wouldn't work out
I said "girl you right"
But now I know that after tonight
I was wrong for taking it light
this is hell I must agree
I can't even lie
I know I can't live without her
So I won't even try.

© 2017 Nikki Anarchy


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Added on June 1, 2017
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