My lover has screwed me so hard, for so long I feel his semen rise in my throat
And now I walk with a stagger, drunk on fermented manhood
Waiting for my middle finger to dig out the vomit lingering in my throat
Last time I zipped up my womanhood he said,
Come on beloved, stop the defiance
This is my last term in your State House
Great blog.
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That’s different.
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Yeah…protest poetry is almost always different
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