Prepaid Girlfriend Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Prepaid Girlfriend



I'm the prepaid girlfriend
trashed when my minuted are done;
the hour glass is spilling sands,
and everyday I'm emptying!

I'm an idiot and I hate it -
dragging myself to a fast track lover.
The dollar store got all cards in a rack
and I was there before.

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