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Mar
9
I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED
MY BODY IS BRANDED BY FIERY TOOLS THAT LEAVE
MARKS THAT CAN’T BE WIPED OFF
I DONT WANT TO BE SEEN
BY PERVERTS WHO STRIP ME TO FIND THEIR NAME
AND TRY TO CLAIM ME AS THEIR PROPERTY
I DON’T WANT TO BELONG
TO CONNOISSEURS OF FLESH
WHO HUNT TO TAKE ME TO THEIR SLAUGHTER
I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED
MY BODY IS BRANDED BY FIERY TOOLS THAT LEAVE
MARKS THAT CAN’T BE WIPED OFF
Mar
9
Mar
9
Artwork by Steven Barber
GIRLFRIEND
BITTER IS MY NEW GIRLFRIEND HER NAME IS SISTER
SHE SHIELDS ME FROM THE PAIN
HANDED TO ME BY WANNABE NUNS
COVERED IN BLACK RIGHTEOUSNESS…
AND SUNNY SMILES
I wrote this poem when I was in pain after being deceived by a sista. There are many sister Mary Jane’s who will try to rob you of what you luv and value most. I have struggled so hard to not be bitter, The loss turned into damage that is hard to forget. I looked for a light to guide me back to feel safe. So I connected to God to help me forgive and find the strength to continue my destiny. I am so thankful for my enduring life .
The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.” ~BOB MARLEY
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