That One Time A Girl Called Me A Faggot

This two-cent hoe just called me a fag, 

like her parents never raised her past her morals

All you got is tongue sitting on bark

won’t bite

all that teeth

but can’t speak enough to articulate 

that i’m just a pile of sticks

Honey, 

i just want you to know

my eyelashes hang around longer than your men do 

I can take all your men,

better watch out for the faggot 

that can bounce in english and Spanish

Esta puta me llamo maricon,

does she not know that the walls shes trying to put up, 

won't bring back the ones she lost 

Got me questioning if I should Chris Brown Rihanna her ass

God said let there be light, 

and this constipated raccoon is bout to find hers,

Remedial rodent

climbing cocks so it feels like she can conquer

prolly

got daddy issues

she be looking for hers 

Should I walk away or take her out

girl

hold my edges

maybe I can show her what they’re supposed to look like

oop

I can’t do jail

took cute

too hispanic 

they already took my rights 

but I guess it’s lit

cause you get to live

for now

:)

Drinks by: Francisco Velazquez

Drinks: 
Francisco Velazquez 

I was an angel
before he took me
to the garden of Eden

Me and God
don’t get along

He plays dead
when I need him

He talks with Adam's apple
still lodged in his throat

I can’t hear,
how many times
he’s made melodies out of men like me

He tells me I’m pretty,
when I cry for myself

He reminds me,
how many bodies I hold in me,
that are not my own

My bible hurts,
from worshipping the devil

I tell myself,
that praying is a form of forgiveness,
and I still haven’t prayed for you

 I’ve learned to whisper beneath the alter,
no one likes a man who cries
with the last supper still on his table

I speak in syllables,
for a man that loves me in triple 6 kisses

My will is a widow still looking for love in a confessional coffin.

My body hurts from bending to bible scriptures,
you never blessed me with

I told him I wanted him,
I wanted him to touch me,
in pieces when I die

Call me anything that fits in your mouth,
Like soft ice cream,
I've been melting in your baptism
Soaking in your blood and bread

Sometimes I have to remind myself there’s a difference between God and Godly.

I get tired of being blind for an ego,
that never lived up to a man

I look at the moon,
like he never took all the stars in my throat
like he never took my galaxy for his own kingdom

I don’t want last words with something that killed me before I could.

Will you still love me,
when I shine,
6 feet under your throne.

My sun is small,
he took it before it could rise

My worth is strong,
I refuse to lose it again

I have no shame in loving myself,
I’ve learned from rejection
that I can always come back home,
to myself

My God is still walking on Earth,
his confessionals still prove
why he hasn’t resurrected