Tuesday, April 15, 2014

THE REAL POCAHONTAS.....

DAY 16 OF 30 DAYS OF POETRY...

THE REAL POCAHONTAS...


THEY CAME FOR ME ON A HOT SUMMER EVE, I WAS WALKING IN THE WOODS AMONGST THE FLOWERS AND THE TREE'S... GOLDEN BRONZE FROM BEING TANNED IN THE SUN HOTTEST OF RAY'S, I'M THE INDIAN BORN PRINCESS THEY CALL POCAHONTAS WITH THE SEXY ASS SWAY... THESE MUTHAFUKA'S GOT ME TWISTED AND FUKED UP, AS SOON AS I HIT DRY LAND I'M TAGGIN THEY ASS UP.... RIGHT NOW I'M BOUND WITH MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK, LEAD BY A CAPTAIN WITH A HOOK ATTACHED... I WASN'T GONNA SWEAT CAUSE VENGEANCE IS MINE, THE SHORTEST SPACE BETWEEN US IS DISTANCE AND TIME... THEY WAS TAKING ME TO THEIR LEADER WAS THE DISCUSSION ON BOARD, A MAN WHO WANTED TO TURN ME INTO HIS INDIAN WHORE... SUDDENLY I FLIPPED THE SCRIPT TO THE OLE MAN ROWING, LETTING EM' PEEK AT MY THIGHS UNTIL THAT BOAT STARTED SLOWING.. THE MORE I SHOWED THE WEAKER HE GOT, BEHIND MY BACK I WAS UNTANGLING THAT KNOT... MY HANDS WAS FREE BUT I WASN'T READY TO FIGHT, I HAD TO MAKE SURE MY TIMING WAS RIGHT...SOON THE CAPTAIN FELL A SLEEP AS THE OLE MAN GLARED, DIRECTLY AT MY KITTY KATT HIS OLD ASS STARED.. I KICKED HIM HARD IN THE FACE AND OVER HE WENT, THE CAPTAIN WAS DRUNK SO HE DIDN'T HEAR THAT SHIT... GRABBED THE KNIFE THAT WAS SITTING IN THE BOAT, LUNGED A UPPER CUT AND SLIT HOOKS THROAT... BLOOD GUSHED AS HE STRUGGLED TO BREATHE, I FLUNG HIS ASS OFF AND NOW I WAS TOTALLY FREE... GRABBED THOSE OARS AND PADDLED BACK EAST, I WAS IN SEARCH FOR MY LOVER AND CHIEF.... DAYLIGHT CAME AS THE SUN ROSE IN THE WEST, THIS IS THE REAL POCAHONTAS STORY AND NOT THAT OTHER MADE UP MESS...

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30 DAYS AND NIGHT OF POETRY

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