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Do you remember me? Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair? Bit my shoulders Thighs Legs The way you hit me Leaving marks of yourself over me The way you flung money on my face
I am your burden The God you called out to that did not answer They failed me for the final time I came begging on my knees Skin torn and bleeding Having walked thousands and thousand of miles
Press against my begging blossom, Reaching for Thy tender kiss. As I quiver beneath your bosom, Fill my womanhood With bliss. For I trust you with such bounty, Take away
Tell me your fears show me you're human life is one
Wandering around the street Looking for something to eat Asking for money But they didn't give any The cold, polluted air Sticks on my hair Nowhere to stay I don't know what to say
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face, Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace, I wonder - could this torture last forever? My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
Taking pictures half naked Smoking and drinkin to try and forget your father left Breaking your mothers heart for getting suspended from school for being half baked
Not once in my life have I heard someone say “Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay. They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl, and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.
Here I stand with a poster board in hand. I look at you as you try to avoid me. In your A/C, as you turn the radio up. I'm struggling. I am dying on my knees, when I want to stand on my feet.