Spoken Word ME TOO – DON’T FORGET US.
Excerpt from MONEY MAKE’M SMILE
A play about young girls sold on the internet. by Mary Bonnett
3 minute running time.
The Life.
I parade, I prance, display my shaker to the moneymakers who look and buy
They smile I smile
I cry
they smile I hate they smile I smile
It’s easier that way.
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To them I’m easy
sleazy measly
little or nothing dust and a tidbit
A snack on the way to work and back
Nothing but a grimy ho…Nothin’ but a grimy ho.
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We meet at his time, our time, anytime At cocktail hour, all hours
coffee breaks morning workouts dog walkin’
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He’s shy He’s nervous He’s mean He’s fat
He’s ugly He’s stupid He’s sick
He’s hot
He’s too young He’s too old moldy
cold fish beast baker
beer maker
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Cupcake Honey buns. Milkshake... We’re food product.
He’s got names for every part of our body like a butchered cow.
He’s got names for our bodies
He makes up as he goes along with the bros who thank Grandma for cookies
mom for soup
and us for bein’ hos.
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Names pour out of their mouths like faucet water congratulating themselves with slappedbacks
and high fives
gliding into hyena smirks,
those smirks makin’ a girl want to lacerate annihilate
decapitate
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but no we evaporate our rage
into a wink and a nod.
With as much impact as a plate of mustard.
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Wanna a date? Yeah.
Makes them feel manly virile
in sync
until they’re alone with us uncomfortable
lonely
shy
unloved, anxious strange
grabbing at things they’ll never own,
pressing against painted mirrors they will never feel
reaching out for something they’ll never find
leaving with pockets empty, heads down, hearts dark a lost boy
a big man
a trick in the night. They’ll be back.
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Ten behind him, waiting on phones in cars,
on line, in line
hotel rooms with full tilt boogie service.
Concierge’s turn a blind eye and recommend the Savion Blanc in 209
as doormen slide five in the pocket. Thanks, man.
Quota made. Every day. 365
Daddy rich Baby Girl zero
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It’s a boy’s game a man’s world
sinners sin and make amends to wives and girl friends, mothers and daughters
flowers arrive at doors smelling of excuses for late night returns, apologies all around,vows of everlasting love to
Woman, deal with it. And we’re the whores?