From the hole
in her acid-wash jeans,
she calls
her ***** a prophet,
from that hole a whole
new world
will be born.
She will push
out
**** ****
but lastly
she will push out
a new world.
She will push out my fingers,
and my clawing
at her,
she will push out the concealed evil
and the suffocated good.
Slap that ***
Slap that ***
Make the evil and good scream,
give birth to a new black
humanity, a breathing wheezing
baby of equal parts good and bad,
king and beggar,
prophet and pessimist,
criminal and revolutionary.
From
her acid-wash jeans
and the hole
that I dug my fingers in
countless times
and made swirls
of mud against her burning
insides and wet flesh,
she will give birth
from a well-rounded hole,
to a well-rounded whole.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
From the hole
in her acid-wash jeans,
she calls
her ***** a prophet,
from that hole a whole
new world
will be born.
She will push
out
**** ****
but lastly
she will push out
a new world.
She will push out my fingers,
and my clawing
at her,
she will push out the concealed evil
and the suffocated good.
Slap that ***
Slap that ***
Make the evil and good scream,
give birth to a new black
humanity, a breathing wheezing
baby of equal parts good and bad,
king and beggar,
prophet and pessimist,
criminal and revolutionary.
From
her acid-wash jeans
and the hole
that I dug my fingers in
countless times
and made swirls
of mud against her burning
insides and wet flesh,
she will give birth
from a well-rounded hole,
to a well-rounded whole.
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