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A Choreopoem By Janiese Wesley
You just like Him
You’re never amount to anything
Spitting out foul language
Grabbed the belt off of one of her John’s pants
Wrapped it around my neck
Air left my body
Lifeless I laid there
wishing to die
I was just five
The word, “Him” became poison in my mom’s mouth
Infecting me /leaving it’s filthy residue on my heart.
As I grew older
I lost me somewhere between the sheets
I’m just saying, “I never was a little girl.”
It left me looking, wanting any man to fix the void in me.
Mommy let them have me
She’d get high in the other room
I’d scream ,”Mommy please help me!”
She’d yell back at me for not liking it
or distracting her from getting high
I thought, why won’t she look at me?
It’s crazy how she’d listen to BB King and get high at the same time.
Every night I laid awake thinking about, “Him.”
I wished he was here to protect me now
I never knew, “Him.”
He left before I was potty broke.
Those men left their dirty stench on me
the smell will not pass
Who am I?
I’m no one
just a corpse / a crack heads daughter
My insides were given to the wild birds
I’m their prey
They ate me
I am nothing
Blackbird singing in the dead of the night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
It’s your time
Jasmine the Pole Dancer