Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
HUBBARD STREET
© Breeze Vincinz
Bend over, Bend Over, Show me what makes a man, pig
Get down, go Down, Make me feel good, Nig
Stand up, Sit down, How I miss home now
Can’t cry, Can’t try, Money to make, Lies to buy.
Small car, big Guy, Want me to come inside?
Not your ordinary trick, Not Your ordinary Bitch
Ooooh baby I’m built
Like A Horse
Saddle me up
and if you let me
I’ll Take you to see my momma
I got the stars in my eyes and the earth in my belly
Ghetto booty from my momma and my nipples from my daddy
I can take you places you’ve only seen on tapes
I know how to love a man cause I know what it takes
I can tell You I love You cause a part of me wants to
A part of me wants to leave me and live inside you
Virgin whore who has never made love baby
I could give it to you My heart does me no good lately
but I want to commit myself to something before I blow away
I don’t want to ask you. I want you to convince me to stay
I want you to need me like Sally needs Harry
I want you to hold me like Jesus does a baby
But I understand your plight and your simple situation
You simply need someone to fulfill your oral gratifications
And I can understand Because I have been in this bed
Bend Over, get down. Give Me some good head.
Need affection more than you need the money
So come over here and let me please you honey
Ooooh baby I’m built
Like A Horse
Saddle me up
and if you let me
I’ll Take you to see my momma
I remember my family used to take my grandmother and great-grandmother to one specific club for special occasions all the time. It wasn’t until I got much older that I found out it was a drag club. I remember the first time I went, as I approached the club, a car pulled up and kept honking for me. I kept trying to peer in to see if it was somebody I knew, but it was too dark inside, and every time I walked away, he kept honking. Fearing it was a Law & Order: SVU moment, I just kept walking to the club. Later on, I discovered that club was on the “Ho’ Stroll” and more than likely that car thought I, yes... I... me... was a... whore! Yay! I also discovered that the street had adult bookstores that I eventually perused, and every time I would enter or leave... there were the actual male sex workers and every once in a while... a honking car. After the death of my (common law) husband, I used to frequent that club and those book stores often, and was just fascinated by the stories those sex workers told me. I wrote this poem in dedication to them, reimagining my multiverse self getting in that car and starting a new “career.”
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
I remember my family used to take my grandmother and great-grandmother to one specific club for special occasions all the time. It wasn’t until I got much older that I found out it was a drag club. I remember the first time I went, as I approached the club, a car pulled up and kept honking for me. I kept trying to peer in to see if it was somebody I knew, but it was too dark inside, and every time I walked away, he kept honking. Fearing it was a Law & Order: SVU moment, I just kept walking to the club. Later on, I discovered that club was on the “Ho’ Stroll” and more than likely that car thought I, yes... I... me... was a... whore! Yay! I also discovered that the street had adult bookstores that I eventually perused, and every time I would enter or leave... there were the actual male sex workers and every once in a while... a honking car. After the death of my (common law) husband, I used to frequent that club and those book stores often, and was just fascinated by the stories those sex workers told me. I wrote this poem in dedication to them, reimagining my multiverse self getting in that car and starting a new “career.”
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