I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes.
WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood
If these city streets could talk
They’d speak about your late night walks
And the little games you play
Your midnight mates, they never stay.
Each and every day
you are winding and grinding
And the perverse fucking boys
They are pining, they’re pining.
And you can walk of shame
only so far from the past abuse
before you look in a mirror
Or do you avoid it out of fear
Because when your finally face to face
Do you recognize who you are?
So apply the lipstick to your lips
The boys, they like your red stained kiss
And smile through the pain
But it won’t take the past away
When you look in your own eyes
Do you even recognize?
Or is a stranger looking back at you
Behind those hardened baby blues
Your soul is gone
Battered and bruised.
A cigarette on your lips
The tears don’t stain
they’ve been replaced by rouge
The street lights know your name
They have seen your claim to fame
And your heels scuff the pavement
As a car pulls up, you’re famous
Briton “Punk Rock Papa” Underwood is a proud Parent, Writer and Original Bunker Punk. His passion for writing is second only to his passion for parenting. Co-founder of the Original Bunker Punks, Punk Rock Papa enjoys helping people’s thoughts, stories and emotions be heard. You can find him on his personal blog or on the Original Bunker Punks writing about what he loves, the people around him.