Nothing but Names
By Raederle Phoenix
I am your lover, your slave.
I’m a typical woman to my grave.
I’m a bitch and a brat,
I’m as slick as a cat.
I’m pretty and plain, not fat.
I’m a trickster, not to be trusted.
You say a lot, until my heart is busted.
Held up so high, burned down and defy;
On praise and joy, yet another ploy.
I’m a lover, a slave, a liar to the grave.
I’m a bitch, a brat, a player, a cat.
I’m stupid, retarded, demented, twisted.
I’m the girl next door, nevermore.
Plain as the rain, easily slain.
You like me like this, you like me in pain.
I have everything to lose, everything to gain.
Go ahead, call me one more name.
I’m a lover, a slave, a bitch to the grave.
I’m a brat, a trickster, a woman, and I crave.
I’m stupid, twisted, demented, retarded.
I’m dirty. I’m crazy. I’m flirty. I’m lazy.
I’m a typical, lying bitch; words hazy.
A snake, a sliver, totally untrustworthy.
I’m alone picking a daisy.
He loves me, he love me not.
He loves me... Fuck – He loves me not.
I’m a girl, a babe, a sweety, a shorty.
I’m a brat, I’m a bitch, it’s all the same.
How come I’m nothing despite all my names?
By Raederle Phoenix West