I keep hearing I’m sweet
Like the look in my eyes
Doesn’t match my murderous beat
I can say, “Please…
really look at me.”
The way I smile is just a tease
A lie
Behind sweet
I’m thinking about how
I will be bringing you to your knees
Like a fucking savage
Thinking ‘bout how you will lie on your back
Like you trust me not to bite your belly
Blood in my teeth
You taste yummy
Your opinion of me is my gasoline
Are you feeling my hostility?!
Observing is not your best quality
Sick of being told I look cute
When I know I can be sexy
I’m a woman not a damn puppy
And I’m badass in situations
That challenge me
Fucking sick of being
That girl that nobody takes literally
Got me tripping, like I’m an obscurity
Thinking about an incision
Knife in my teeth
I got words of killer quality
You got me laughing at your opinion
Hysterically, my life full of mediocrity
DON’T YOU FUCKING SEE ME!?
Do you not have vision
of what I could be?
Just staring at me like I’m fishing
I look you in the eyes deliberately
Gazing at you lovingly
And with a vengeance
I’m all passion
But tell me I’m sweet one more damn time
And watch me go savage
Poetry on Paper 