Walk of Shame ( Literally : There ain’t no shame in the game)

Shame dragged the cat out of the bag.

Her only witness was a stray dog.

Hastily, she rocked the slut strut with

her heels in her hands carefully struggling

to hide her face and lurching across the

street dressed in last night’s clothes.

Dabbing her eyes, careful not to smudge

her faded makeup. Embracing the look

of a scared clown on a rainy day.

Her hair is a mess, clothes are wrinkled

and stained with alcohol and vomit.

Hot scotch breathes and traces of cigarettes

all over her body. An unfamiliar blunt taste

still in her mouth, masculine scent carefully

printed on her skin. She woke up in a strange

house in the arms of a man she could barely

remember. Dazed and confused, her body felt

so sore that every movement made her cringe.

The sex must have been rough!

She has a blurry vision, shady memory of last

night’s events haunting her, liquefied thoughts

and speculations here and there constantly

running in and out of her mind. Leaving a night

full of inebriated fun feeling, waking cloaked in

shame. Braving the cold and the mockery of

daybreak, exposing sins of the previous night,

a moving billboard accentuating evidence of a

drunken night of sex. She is embarrassed.

Constantly checking to ensure that the coast is clear,

hiding from the gaze of an empty street and playing

cool and busy to a fleet of cars. Rocking the black veil of

shame. The walk of shame doesn’t need heels anyway.

©FloetryC 2015

WALK OF SHAME drunk bbb


Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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