We stomp and we romp
with our filthy, bare feet
we jump and we bump
in the high summer heat.
Just skin, nails, and teeth
stop when we see blood
we are the ***** girls
rolling around in the mud.
We're queer, we drink beer
in the park in the dark
we yawp, twist, and shout
and we jeer and we bark.
We **** for the thrill
in the sweet with sweat season;
we say it's revenge,
but we don't need a reason.
Saturated plum flesh
bursting between jaws,
we are boundless, we are seeping,
we are love without laws.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
We stomp and we romp
with our filthy, bare feet
we jump and we bump
in the high summer heat.
Just skin, nails, and teeth
stop when we see blood
we are the ***** girls
rolling around in the mud.
We're queer, we drink beer
in the park in the dark
we yawp, twist, and shout
and we jeer and we bark.
We **** for the thrill
in the sweet with sweat season;
we say it's revenge,
but we don't need a reason.
Saturated plum flesh
bursting between jaws,
we are boundless, we are seeping,
we are love without laws.
Dear straight people,
It is a common believe that queers are docile, non-threatening, non- violent, and weak. That being queer is a choice to attract others. This is a poem to remind you that we are as natural as the sun, we are everywhere, and that we are not afraid to smash your brains in with a brick.
Sincerely,
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