Poems from tamarajramadan
I am not an object.
Sexualize, fantasize,
All for your pleasure.
But when I take my clothes off,
I'm a slut,
When I keep them on,
I'm a...
You don't comprehend.
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My thoughts, my dreams
And even my nightmares
Run and case after me
When the music is over.
When the party ends...
Carved it out of my heart, Blood dripping down my hands, I don't understand myself,I don't understand you,
What are these words.Poems?...