The End Poem by Abby Rose

For a smoke
I let his hands stroke
Over my body
He hovered
But then he was in
And my head went for a spin
I begged and pled
Until i bleed
He worked as hard as he could
While i wished i was back in the hood
Where life was simple
Where you live or died
As he slide between my thighs
And the gun was right there
But all i could do was stare
Then when he was done
I picked up that gun
Pow Pow
Now i'm on the run.