Shes The Type By: Taylor Donnelly Poem by Taylor P. Donnelly

Shes The Type
By: Taylor Donnelly



She reads yaoi in her free time

Black make up from the five and dime

Dark poetry in the moon light

Self medicated every night



Cheap black dye

Loves her hot pink tie

She's witch craft and voodoo

Loves that thing you do

Blood drips like candle wax

She can never just relax

The white pill with the happy face

Helps her to erase

She just wants one more taste



Shes the type you ignore

In the halls and at the store

Trying to keep it in

Just so they don't get under her skin

We are the product not the price

We are the men not the mice

So don't label by the type

So give people the chance and don't just gripe