You see I sat in that seat that
your last man sat in
many expectations many speculations
my mind, my body, conditional captivation
where all is lost now because you couldn't
accept me as a new sensation
surprisingly as I slept on the break of dawn
waking up now slowly understanding
my rights before I attempted to do wrong
closing the blinds both hands
pulling and removing the wool
from over my eyes
tragic story after tragic story
I will write until I fall into
a position that is civil as no woman no cry
heart too wounded to be broken
just to address poetically spoken
the agendas,
negative intentions and
False Notions
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