Stripper Feels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the insecurities that come with having a Stripper as your committed & loved companion.

Submitted: August 30, 2019

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do I really love my girl?
I'm conflicted and confused.
shots of gin & tonic -
I've befriended expensive booze.
but lemme not be rude –
see...
I'm stuck in this heartbreaking situation, 
my girlfriend has this complex occupation.
and its not because she didn't aquire an education,
cause I was sitting right there (probably flying on cloud 9) at her graduation.
lately we can't even have a proper conversation,
cause I always picture her dancing on that pole with determination.
sometimes, I question our relation.
too scared for sexual connotation,
in attempts of avoiding HIV infestations.
she's the opposite of my manifestions - 
black goddess with a prominent career,
instead she lives on that pole like a deer.
dear,
please hear me out,
I'm not doing this for clout.
you know it's been 7 weeks since I left my house.
I only come out if I'm performing, or I'm heading to Soweto - down south.
I know Stripping is not your ideal job, 
but it pays the bills. 
get your hustle on, 
I'll get rid of these Stripper Feels. 

 


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