Mary Met The Ripper
She’s seventeen with dreams of being next on the scene
She grew up fatherless, lacked seeing accomplishments
All she saw were women on the screen, sexualized in everything
She enjoyed being a tease, sexting men out of their teens
She fucked with the older guys, chatrooms with no disguise
18th birthday, she got a new account with no follower count
She started posting online, but was having a hard time,
Posting without nudity, so she was facing scrutiny
“I ain’t paying for this, let me see your tits, maybe a little clit”
She thought no way, but at school she had poor grades
She only made minimum wage, didn’t like what she was paid
It’d take years to save for a car, there’s shortcuts to circumvent what’s hard
She thought maybe one pic, just to get some clicks
But overnight her page blew up, because of her new stuff
60 year olds commenting “your cute”, she took it as her cue to be born anew
She thought it was gross, but what she grossed,
Was too huge to pass it up, so she continued to rack it up
Spreading the image of her body across all sites naughty
She’s asking repeatedly, to not share her content illegally
Until she was reprimanded by her mother, her little brother,
Searched the web for grown women but found his sister instead, so mom said
“I want you out of the house” before she could open her mouth
She didn’t know her mom’s love was conditional, but these residuals
She was earning, she couldn’t stop now, she felt hot now
Nudes no longer enough, they wanna see her open up
Penetration, degradation, they want her bent over backwards naked
They want to see asshole, have her wiggle some toes
She’s struggling to keep up, they’re commenting in flux
She’s getting death threats, being told to kill herself,
To arrange her funeral, she’s getting told she’s beautiful
She’s being told, when she gets old she’ll regret her body being sold
They see her as useless to society, while those that use her are spoke of highly
Nobody loves a ho, but her customers have wives, addiction in their lives
Straying from confession, praying their children don’t get in the profession
Consumption of content is consuming them, they’re acting like she ruined them
Like she isn’t human, just a slut for using
From her birth, she was told her worth
Sex sells, engrained in her brain, she was trained, then blamed,
When she used it for her gain, by the ones she entertained, it’s an exchange
She gets the stigma, while they get a private picture,
They can hide their shame and deflect when they’re blamed
Throwing stones with malice, like her life doesn’t have challenge
Like she isn’t fighting the whole internet, but she’ll never interject
She has to smile, she has to cake her face
Or risk being replaced, another skank will take her place
And women hate her too, bearing witness to what she can do
They see it when they scroll, hoping their man don’t know her name or her holes
They feel the need to compete with her, hurling insults that eat at her
All she did was feed their obsession, at every corner she’s rejected
She looks at her reflection and knows she’s not respected
Not in her profession, social connections, any religious message
No family affection, no real direction, she’s only here to satisfy an erection
Discarded and disregarded, by the machine that got it started
A guilty pleasure most take part in, but only pardons, for hard-ons
But it’s too late to turn back, she’ll never be given slack
When every employer has seen her do the obscene
Her mother stuck to her word, kicked her ass to the curb
Forced to live with a friend that expects sex included with rent
If she says “no” not a soul would believe her though
She’s a dirty whore with nothing else to live for anymore
It’s too bad, she grew up too fast, can’t undo that
She’ll be remembered for how she spits, sucks, swallows and rides
Memorialized by her breasts and the drugs she ingests
No one will give a damn when she’s buried beneath the land
Just another tramp used like an old stamp
She was born by the pussy and she’ll die by the pussy
The patriarchy, she’s torn down with it, not allowed to find power in it
Dehumanized, computerized to be utilized
She killed her reputation, respect, honor and sense of validation
We killed her mental health, spirit and physical
So dead inside there’s nothing left when the kill is literal
She felt the hatred from our love, traded the world’s favor for her blood
Tortured for overdosing on lust but for men it’s a must
A sense of pride, open your eyes, we all got the ripper inside
Stabbing women for existing with explicit permission
Men use sex work to justify, making women ugly cry
Turn everyone against them, projecting, their self-worth threatened
We all want love easy, we all feel deeply
You shouldn’t need a mother or daughter to see the slaughter
Weapons pointed at femininity, reopening injuries
The blades dull against the bones as we shank and rape ‘em
Evil that’s ancient, the weight of womanhood should break them
Waiting, we’ll speak our minds before we change them
Humanity racing to bite the hands used to make them