Cocaine Monologue

The song “Molly Cyrus” by Stitches is a popular rap song among college students. I am a big fan of rap music and Stitches is one of my favorite rappers along with Kanye West and Gucci Mane. Normally I would not listen to a song that is so explicit, but I literally cannot escape this song. “Molly Cyrus” is played at every frat party and always comes on when I am riding with my friends in the car. After reading the prompt for this assignment I thought I would take a closer look at the lyrics in this vulgar song.

“He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.” (pg. 195, 196)

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

Your first thought is the love between the couple is toxic and lethal yet, he cannot resist his partner. But, really it is a reference to Cocaine. Cocaine is given a female voice. He uses personification by bringing the drug to life, where it can communicate with him and become part of his life. He knows that this “girl” meaning, Cocaine is going to be the death of him. While in use of Cocaine he gets numb. “But at least we’ll both be beautiful and stay forever young/ This I know, (yeah) this I know” (3-4). You say again, that he is singing about how the love is so very satisfying. But he is actually meaning that his desire for this young and beautiful woman makes him feel good. He feels as if he is invincible when he has her. Even though he seems to be aware of the consequences that come with feeling young and beautiful; with the use of Cocaine. “She told me, ‘Don’t worry about it.’/ She told me, ‘Don’t worry no more.’/ We both knew we can’t go without it/ She told me you’ll

In the poem “Last Night” by Sharon Olds, the essence of the poem was greatly enhanced through the wistful delivery of the speaker and the present tone of lust and desire. This was obtained through the successful pronunciation of words and the various use of literary devices such as metaphors and similes, in addition to the steamy atmosphere that the erotic tone of this poem brings.

Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3 30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs I just did a show and spent the check on my mama When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays 50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

Cocaine Hydrochloride in the early 20th century was used in many ways. Some may say that small doses were added to the drink Coca Cola, that’s where the name come from. I feel as if this is true because Coca Cola is slightly addictive. The original formula of coca cola did have 25mg of cocaine per 100ml of drink. That formula was used as a stimulant for headaches. Cocaine Hydrochloride was an ingredient in patent medicines, tonics, elixirs, and fluid extracts. With the right amount it could save and cure you but if you were given more than needed you would get addicted. Doctors knew what would happen to a patient if they were given to much therefore they created something called the Harrison Narcotic Act of 1914.

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

I'm beautiful, I'm sexy, with power and might We swing all through the day and we sway all the night No one knows the demons I fight. I give myself to meth, to my lover And he transforms from one thing to another.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

“I didn’t understand why it felt so strange and exhilarating to touch him. I didn’t know that I was draining his life and I couldn’t comprehend why he’d grown limp and quiet in my arms. I thought maybe the rush of power and positive feeling meant that I’d been cured of my horrible disease. I thought so many stupid things and I ruined

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

“You give me a feeling that’s impossible to ignore…and I deserve it. Yes, I deserve it,” Alicia Keyes continued to sing in the background, setting the mood for erotic passion. And in that same instant, that Alicia hit a high-note in the song, Havannah hit one of her own. “Baby I’m, I’m about to cu-cu cummmmm, ahhhhhh-shit! Ssss-oooooh—shit baby!” Gyrating her hips into his face, her vanilla cum spread all over his face like she was trying to ice a cake.

His writing shifts in this way in an effort to draw the reader’s attention. This frantic style of writing is meant to parallel the speaker 's thought process and mental state. In addition to this frantic writing style, the author repetitively uses opposing and contradictory words whilst attempting to describe lust, “enjoyed” (5) and “despised” (5), “hunted” (6) and “hated” (6), “bliss” (11) and “woe” (11), and “joy” (12) and “dream” (12). In addition to these contradictions, there is also heavy repetition. The words extreme and lust are both repeated several times throughout the poem. These conflicting views of lust, as well as the repetition of language, further reflect the confused, frantic, and frazzled mental state of the speaker. Beyond the madness as a result of guilt, the author claims lust within itself creates madness, “On purpose laid to make the taker mad:/ Mad in pursuit and in possession so, / Had, having and in quest to have, extreme;” (8-10). These lines create a metaphorical crack within the armor of the speaker’s mind that will echo throughout the entirety of the poem.