Life · Poetry · Pride

Cold Blooded

You slob over brown skin
All covered in oil
But ignore the bodies coverd in blood
You fetishize my curves
Biting lips
But bite your tounge when it matters
Have black kids
And hate them for who they are
But you date us
While raping us
Hating us
Use us
Abuse us
And expect us to stay down

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