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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