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May 2019
He said I tasted sweet but all I felt was bitter
For the ways I was betrayed and meant to wither
Away like his insides
Now out
Get out
I GET out
Of his and in her ways
Riding dragons, wearing crowns
Down below I see the trays
Of minuscule beings who feel like fiery ants but instead they are in the drowns
Feel my water, feel my wrath
Its sugary sweet cuz I took the hardest path
You doubted the warrior, you laughed at my fight
No one wants to penetrate this Wild Women's sight
It is centuries deep in bellowing boroughs
Failed perceptions of powerful slighted heroes
I am the truth
Hear thee echos
I am the way
Fear the stare
I am the light
Sit and sear
******* sugar, pinch its scrub
Use as your medicine like the cherub
At you own risk, hang on tight
This Goddess has won all her fights
And like She, victory tastes sweet
Now, smell the defeat
Written by
Toya  34/F/Philly
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