Two lives. One Woman. Part 1

Red painted nails going though my black curly hair

as I fix it in the mirror from your bedroom downstairs

 Puttin' on my heels, strapping them tight

 while going through my head what went on last night...

I was at the club- sipping drinks and champagne,

eatin' strawberries to make the flavor maintain.

Sixteen year old girls around me trying to hold their liquor

their outfits and dancing making em' look like strippers.

No 'Daddy's little girls' in a place like this-

unless they wanted sugar daddies then they got their wish.



crawling over men and grinding on the rest.

showing what they could do with just the press of their breasts.

The women unlike them lured in the dark-

knowing as a temptress- not to give it all --- at once.

We smiled our alluring smile- bright white with red.

the lips so juicy like an apple you wanted to bite instead.

I had my black dress on- red painted nails holding my champagne glass

a man came over to me  and offered to dance

I smiled - I think- that's what I usually do.

Then proceeded to lure him into a dark room.

Instead of dancing to the DJ's playlist

we hustled into the 1960's

making the Dirty Dancing remake--

no clothes were on though and music was only our sounds.

Moaning and shouting and breathing all around.

He wanted more of me- so he took me home.

"I haven't finished with you yet"  and called a taxi on his phone

He took me to his place and I made him want more

after going 3 times at it before..

Now night has passed and its time for me

to go home to my responsibility.

His name is Michael

and he's four years old.

The only man I will ever lovingly hold.

Spilled milk, toys, tying shoes

that's what Mom's are supposed to do.