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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem