Trouble Doesn't Have a Sales Pitch

Trouble did not come looking for me
But once he found me he would not let go
His arms enfolded
To surround me
He opened the door to the motel room
He simply opened the door
And down we go

He came with protection
And with the arm
To beat the trick, the threat and me
I could not have no weak ass man
Tho he would not beat me
He would not beat my enemy

He came with the promise
He came with the lies
He came with the back of his hand
And without compromise
He came with the silver lining
He came with pretence
He came with repercussions
And he came
With the consequence

He put the world on hold
He held the concerns it voices
He held my money for me
He held all my choices



When you asked me what he said
To entice me to become his 'bitch'
You thought I was being poetic
When I said ‘Trouble doesn’t have a sales pitch’

But Trouble was his name

his name
Was literally 'Trouble'.



(Written after watching Louis Theroux' Dark States documentary on sex trafficking. The prostitute went by the name Nikki. Her pimp, Anthony Gardener, went by the name 'Trouble')