i do not need your pity
do not pretend to feel guilty
you will never understand
i am down on my knees as if your wish is my command
it is not
i am my own genie
i wish for a lamborgini
a side chick martini
i wish for a small waist so i can fit into that bikini
why do you always get what you ask for?
well not anymore
i will pick my knees off of this floor
let me walk away and this time you can hold open the door
do i not finally deserve that?
may you be the slave and me the brat
let me not beg but demand
now click your fingers and make my wish your command
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k slam poetry
I write about what people do not want to talk about
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