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...Sometimes I write poems...

Updated: Dec 13, 2020

I am the descendant of women who were forcibly fed the poison of respectability...

Bodies malnourished by toxic morsels...

Venomously indoctrinated by expectations of who and how they should be...

My blood flows with remembrance of divine [femme]ininity...intuitive knowing and flowing...

Creating endlessly...

When I speak, hear clearly the voices of all who live within me...

The poison didn't kill them, it's now my venom to use accordingly...

Bitch don't play with me...

These tongues I speak resonate on all frequencies...

Through me GodIs Love emanates so freely

But the moment you try to possess or control me

Know that you'll only find insanity...

I am my own...

A microexpression of the cosmic whole...

What the fuck do I look like

assuming these limiting ass roles?

Like being a wife is what makes life

Or an honorable woman...

Like expressing my sexuality is disrespecting my dignity

Or disregarding my divinity...

Fuck your respectability...

There is no honor in being anything but myself...

Full of venom and wisdom

Cosmic bliss and divine cataclysm...


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