Piece of Meat | Diary of A Black Gay CEO

So below is a poem I wrote 7 years ago I haven’t written much since college but I may have to revisit:   I've allowed myself to be a piece of Meat. fresh from the market on 34th street. No wrapping, consealing to keep my freshness. Not appealing in the morning just breakfast. [caption id="attachment_7355" align="alignright" width="179"] Christopher 2011[/caption] I've allowed myself to be used and worn down. spread like gossip around gorge town. seeing me in the twinkle of every mans eyes. the wetness of his lips, the bulge in between his thighs. Now that I have grown and find value of my merchandise. No longer wanna put a for rent sign on my forehead. Still dealing with the same kinda consumer. only thing on his mind is how to get more head. But I'll stand here and tell you today. the goodies have been put...