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Twoey Gray - "Lolita's Revenge"

https://www.SlamFind.com is a simple yet powerful platform for you to find live spoken word venues near you and watch slam poetry performance videos from around the world Follow Twoey Gray at:   / actualtwoey   Twoey is part of the Toronto-based poetry collective, The Ragdolls. Follow them here:   / theragdollsco   Filmed at 2016 Women of the World Poetry Slam in Brooklyn NY Transcript: In that photo of me, they put on the porn site I was 18 years old Curtseying in a pink dress over the caption: “I love when they look like little girls” Delores tells Humbert, I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you’ve done to me A trademark barely legal barbie Perfect little oral Annie turn babysitter fantasy, but he called that a tantrum He called there's a love story Well, in that case, Mr. Humbert I might be growing jealous What with all this competition for your attention I mean Lana bats her eyes through heart-shaped glasses in summertime sadness Twirls a strand of popped bubblegum for irony Thinks she’s got you wrapped around her finger Then there’s Brittany in her schoolgirl skirt begging for abuse The sex kitten gyrating on a crucifix Cartoon kitty porn and prostitots, then Miley deepthroating a lollipop and puking it onto her bib Precocious girls High schoolers Or at least the adults who play them on tv They claim the nymphet is powerful and the men who hold the leash agree It’s so much easier when they offer to call him daddy Taught to tease so we can be punished for it- aren’t we kinky? But I remember that photograph kidnapped unexpectedly I’m still surprised by my reflection Always curvier in a way, I don’t yet recognize and that’s the appeal The suggestible virgin in a permissible body is practically an invitation Men have a certain look they give when flirting with young girls Part amusement part theatrics part pity Call you wise beyond your years to remind you you’re small Then fairy tale you into quicksand that one birthday my underage was yanked from me like a baby tooth tied to a slamming door bleeding like a new woman And some men’s faces changed when I said I was 18 and looking younger? God what a perverts dream The same day I was asked if I wanted a children's bus pass the old men outside were honking at me on the street My friends danced with the visions of sugar babies Knowing we could never win Thought maybe we could harvest this if we couldn’t fight it but only a few are so lucky The nymphet is always a fly in honey Lucky to escape the trap and still remain sweet Delores sits in Humbert's lap thinks is it a penis or a pistol and exactly what is the difference She screams murder I’m telling you to murder me If she begged for it, is it still a crime? Can you still be blamed, Mr. Humbert? Neither can I I’m writing a story of my own this time In this one Delores does light a fire in your loins, she uses a flamethrower And I’ll be wearing stockings, sir, there will be one right over my face Don’t touch me Not even with your vision I will lick your eyeballs right clean out of their sockets with this hot mouth and daddy you’ll be the one with issues You’ll be the one begging The scrape meat cherub hanging from a curly telephone cord God you look so pretty in blue when it’s the color of your face This is lolita’s revenge Maybe I’m not the sweet little girl you saw in me I am not the victim This time you will be