Zupreme Thot Daughter

What did I do so wrong, I think? Was it what I wore or the fact I’d had a drink?

The truth is even if I was a nun you’d treat me like a common whore because I, a stranger, had the nerve to walk past your door.

New stations will say your mother is to blame for what you are about to do, but nobody has a clue that this dance is as old as time. Big surprise— a disturbed man commits a sex crime.

For power, pleasure, or both: the idea that I’m a human being will cease the moment you wrap your big calloused hands around my throat.

I can’t take this any longer, so I fight back but you are stronger. Somehow this will be a woman’s fault, and I’m mad at myself for being caught. No more headphones with music too loud and dark alleys.

Mom will cry into what remains of my sweater, while men in online forums claim it made me wetter. Who will come to my funeral?

Less than the many men rally to your side to say that women should’ve given you a chance, it isn’t your fault that you were shy! Because before I’d pushed you to the brink you were just such a nice guy.

-funeralbebe 2026