Cinderlla Poem by Armand Miller

Met prince Charming today
And I love him

He knows how to hit just right

To where the abuse keeps me

Coming back for more

He has this way of

Balling his fist

That when they make impact

I can hold the stars

His form of choking me out

Is a lot more fun

because this way

No gag reflex

Won't affect how this feels

Never worried because

He lets go just before my heart fades

So that my eyes can roll back

And give me that rush that I love

Oh and don't get me started on his slaps

Whether its my face or my ashtray

Because both the singes of the blunt

and the immediate impact of the slap

Send chills down my back

To match the cold blue marks

That refuse to turn black

because my luxurious brown skin wont let it

But anyway back to those slaps

That leave more than

Just my face hot

As I crave for his hits

To go everywhere but that spot

Because once it does

I know he won't stop

And the feel of 1

no2...

no 3.....

no 4...........

no a fist punching me again

Causes this little princess

to experience the wondrous life

of those girls in the trenches

Who complain about the way

There man handles them

I just say

Send him to me and you

Won't have to worry about him being your man

Because he'll be my new daddy



That; s the life of a girl

That each of us have met

Whether we know it or not

A princess

used as a Mistress

When she was far less

Than when Drew Barrymore was an actress

But daddy never had a problem burying more in her

And allowing confusion of daddy's love

To be raping and abuse that she received

Whenever the clock struck midnight

And daddy couldn't fins

His little golden square