If You Can't Handle Me
I'm a woman
But not the palatable kind
Men see me
They want a taste but often can't stomach it
I writhe and thrash around
Until they have to spit me out
But women always see me
The whole of me
The pit of me
Every last bit of me
They don't complain that I'm too dark
To shine their torches through me
And make me bright
I never bend to their will
But I ...
Thursday 16th September 2021 12:41 pm
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