DIRTY GIRL...DIRTY GIRL...

Dirty Girl Dirty Girl


Dirty girl dirty girl
What is your motive?
I see you often down my way
Bumming for money
But never food
Money to buy a burger from a burger joint
Yeah you think we are not on to you
Huh dirty girl
We watch you walk down the street
With you oversized trench coat in the
Middle of the summer
We hear you screaming in
The middle of the night to no body
Although somebody
is listening to obviously nothing
Screaming, cursing, bitching
At your shoulda coulda woulda’s
Full of dirty memories
You can’t grab hold of the future
Dirty girl dirty girl
What are you screams about
What stories will your tears tell?
What secrets do you mind hold
Dirty girl dirty girl
What cleansing are your words doing?
I was walking down the street careless
And carefree as she began yelling
“I wanna be free”
Out of no where
in the middle of somewhere
where people stop to acknowledge her
presence and look over her tears
while disregarding her pain
but it was the woman in me
that understood her style
I gave her a minute of my time
Her stench was high pitch
Her swagger reluctant to let go
Her odor indescribable
Her personality
One of a kind
And her words powerful
“I came up from the gutter
I struggled alone
Cause I wouldn’t do my daddy
He kicked me out his home
Momma piped out
Haven’t seen her in years
And these are some stories
That you’ll get from my tears.
Grandma never liked me
Because my momma was gay
You ain't gonna be shit
Just like your mother
Is all she use to say
Treated different from my siblings
Left all alone
This is why I roam the streets
Cause I lack a family and home
And I’m sorry if I disturb you
And I’m sorry
If I get in your way
I mean you no harm
Please have a blessed day,
And I’ll be on my way!”
Caught in the middle of
Good and bad
She left with her pride
Because that was all she had