One comment on “Stripper Wife – a poem

  1. “Take all but me”

    The mirror speaks her financial advisor
    invest in the stocks and bonds
    of the soft skin on her arms
    softer than the sands slipping through
    dirty fingers playing in Jamaica’s naked land

    Painting distortion
    black soot trims her lids like the lining
    from all of yesterday’s fires
    on the chimney’s peak
    when summer plays
    and still the soot remains
    without recognition
    to the effort that all her smoke gave

    And so she gave
    it all away
    to splay like an astrick across the stage
    relaying a forced pride
    exhibited through red bull and vodka
    she injested to hide
    herself
    appearing all but the mess
    she was
    inside

    Fun house mirrors
    she gazed away her time
    and swallowed the shallow compliments
    her income easily provides

    The only connections made
    were snaps
    that elapsed between
    the green of a smiling bill
    ‘and the elastic of her Gstring

    The only thing that saved her
    the stripped ounce of dignity
    is that they could never see her
    only the Riley that they knew her to be

    The smile
    like the reflection of a vile
    injecting the dope into their stream
    for a quick fix they couldn’t find
    in the comfort of their wives’ arms

    And the same tune played every night
    in the less than candle dimmed light
    that shadowed the scars on the entertainer’s faces
    creating the illusions of satisfaction
    when the most they had to look forward to
    was the long drag of a cigarette
    as they emptied their crown royal bags
    at the end of the night
    leaving to a pillow
    that their minds could barely
    rest their heads on
    dreaming of the inertia of those dirty paws
    leaving trails of scum
    microscopic
    but felt
    with each emblem
    that burned from their eyes
    hot coals on her thighs

    They won’t take this from me
    my freedom of identity
    my evidence of purity
    policed by my heart
    and sold to no one but the deserved
    my love they never earned

    Just an appearance
    a “Hello and Goodbye”
    has now justified the means
    of my experience

    I laugh now knowing how they never
    dug up the anatomy of the true me
    and I survived their viscious hungry eyes
    Wanting even now to shed a tear
    for those angels dancing like broken ballerina’s
    naked on the stage
    for those who wish to pay
    and feed the devil
    for a ticket to the carnival
    of an absence of souls
    this path I will no longer go.

    Copyright Alexandra the Great
    (Fuck you, you sexist pig)

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