you make me ******* sick

with your vowels, hesitations and ******* excuses

******* and all of your unwavering moral righteousness

you ******* wealthy white man

how have i let myself believe you
could taste the terror dripping down my thighs?

like sticky nectar

******* and your misguided Nuture
i am last to grow under your warped hands of silk
and first to shrivel under guise of instability and the dreaded-

" b o r d e r l i n e "

the only line i toe, my dear, is your continued worth

the ******* think, you're not replaceable?

the words i spit to your mope last night might
as well be metal in my mouth

you don't do a **** thing for me