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Mar 2020
I am grateful.
Because the first time I had ***
There was consent
There was consent to explore my body
And expand my walls, slowly
Very sweaty
It was nothing like the movies
But the amount of comfort moved me
I pray no one ever rapes me
**** has tried to sniff me
I can feel my trembles at those memories
I pray that **** victims are healing
That maybe they can experience *** freely
And not like a prisoner in their own body.
Negra
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Negra  Chicago
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