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Dido Oct 2015
Dear me,

What I want to tell you is
Brush your hair .
Wash your scalp clean
issues with the mane
issues of the brain.
Dido Oct 2015
Dear Jodie,
What I want to you is
Condition your hair more
Dido Oct 2015
There was no shame in hate
****** stained sheets
Pulled hair, nelgected
stares

you stood with self inspired awe
when you gifted us with those little paws

but someone blamed you
ripped you, whipped you
stole youth and ****
there you were.

But what I want to say
Is you are as you came
the purest of clean
washed by my grief
suffering with the relief
Dido Oct 2015
The Swirling shadow of infection
sweet nectar oozing
festering
hate
breeze *** with easy pace
flowing meat
me
a boiling sea
disbelief

fuzz and frizz
sweat then ****
heat, heavy, baking skin
his

broken, jagged, sharpened, ****
crawling, clawing, innocence
stuck
Dido Jul 2015
Where I stare is foul
When I see  I seethe
My Perception is a flowering pain
Stems shredding brain
Roots the cause of a bone's ache
Igniting that Colonized shame.
Work in progress
Dido Jan 2015
It was no great loss
I was in pain, I knew of greater pain, I wanted pain
But the hunger of man came with an emotional grip
I was not there to heal, I was not there to hear

He said I didnt deserve that
He said you must take your own virginity
I said rip it from me

Truth be told my body had been seen, had been used
strewn out on the chairs of a church, left uncovered.
Carnage had begun in front of an altar, so pure, so clean
I thought it was a lesson in war with a mother's love
She took from me what men took from her.
She gazed at me like I could be a child no more
She said it was protection.

Maybe that's where it starts
Maybe thats why

there are no artful words for what I wanted
and what I got
Dido Sep 2014
How evil can she be
A lilth set free
Power surging from between her knees
My eyes racing up her thighs
A shudder, a second of an incredible high
Can this really be
A smile caught from beyond my sleeve
A slight smirk, smoldering start.
She glides from her seat and takes a place beside me.
The heat.
Hands crawling up my leg
Tickling me with speed.
"Where do you stare?"
"What can you see?"
"Dear sir can you please set me free?"
"Put your hands here sir, please help me to be at peace."
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