Beauty Was Her Name

Beauty was her name
So she played the dangerous game
Of cat and mouse
 her house
Was not a home
So she roams
The streets
With broken heartbeats
She sweeps
Pain under her rug
Cuz a bug
Was placed in her ear
And now she fears
Her validity will self-destruct
So she tucks
Her worth
In mini skirts
And mid riffs
Allowing johns to sniff
With no access denied
Nothing to hide
She rides
The midnight train to George, Harry, Tim, and Paul
All
One way tickets to hell on earth
Instead of dreams she births
Nightmares that become reality
Seemingly
Appearing innocent
Yet her innocence
Has been revoked
Leaving heavy yokes
But her name was beauty
And she should be beautiful
Doing beautiful things
Instead she brings
Damaged goods
From her hood
Cuz that’s all she knows
She sows
Pain so she reaps sorrow
Hoping todays rain brings tomorrows
Rainbows
And at the end is a pot of gold
To add wealth to her soul
But no wealth comes
And the holes
Turn into voids
Leaving beauty paranoid
Will she ever posses what her name requires
Deflated tires
Have more life
Than she
Cuz he
Told her she
Was nothing
Wouldn’t be anything
So she hangs on to something
That drains her essence daily
Her normal is crazy
Insane are her membranes
From strains
And pains
That drains her spirit
She gains negatives
Not positives
Leaving her balance in the red
Her head
Not on her shoulders
As each boulder
Hits harder
She barters
Her love
For his lust
Trusting
In no one dnt even herself
She was bad for her own health
So on the twelfth
Day of the fifth month
She took her life once
Even though her name was beauty
And she should have been beautiful
Doing beautiful things