I Dare You To Love Me

He finds no pleasure in the black girl

beyond the bones that she carries

like artillery

shed up in bombshells

no, not too bony and not big boned

he want thick bones

so he looks at me...

all inside out

like skeleton

just bones ribbed with meat

he hound dog at cemetery

he looks right to my bones

always right to my bones

you have no right to my bones

...that's what I'd like to tell him

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