Takes me back to New York
Back to the willfully careless days
Of chasing down trouble as a sport
Danger signs were my green lights
And all that I could see
and I walked right into it
How many ways can a girl be exploited?
By Emma C. Barrett
C is for Constance
There’s just something so goddamn sexy about exploitation
All of life is a game
A giant Monopoly board
Go directly to jail
Do not pass go
Do not collect $200
Do not pass through these doors
without wrapping your mouth
around this first
Lick it like a lollipop
And when you’re done
Only then I will unlock these doors
Only then can you have your underwear back
Do you hear me?
Do you understand little girl?
The big hairy-faced man
Said words with such conviction
I didn’t dare contradict him
I was appalled by him
And drawn to him in the same instant
Repelled because I knew it was wrong
And turned on
Because I knew it was wrong
“I wanna taste your juices,” he said.