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puta
(saloon whore)
I am puta.
If you call me puta,
say it nice, say it pretty.
If you say it bad, I spit in your face!
I keep knife in my bag.
you want to get cut? I cut you,
I cut you bad!
you don’t fuck with me unless I say.
and if I say, you pay mucho dinero.
Mucho!
the ladies, the fine ladies
on the boulevard, in the café,
they look at me . like I am trash.
they are trash!
I need money. for my babies.
mi Mama is sick. she need medicine.
I don’t live for me. I live for them.
I feed them. I put them to bed.
I sit by the window. I feel the heat in my face.
God say Esta es tu vida. I say okay, Okay!
…..but I cry…….I cry…
I am puta.
I was born puta. I will die puta.
fucking pigs! I kill them all…
(Art by Fabian Perez)
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