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May 2013
So, what they call you man!
and you feel you could execute me;
with your lies and selfishness!
Not because your masculinity gets ah hold of you,
you could exploit me!

I cry at nights,
while I hold my thighs,
as you ****** me!
Dang!
My memory is frozen cause you contort me!
You're like a pick pocket!
picking my womanhood.
You torment my me
So, what I am a woman,
Don't frustrate me!
Trying to turn me into Jezebel,
with your ****** calamity.
I'm fed up with this exorcist!
Going to start a Genesis!
A new beginning!
I'm like Daniel,
in the lion's Den;
Not afraid of creatures like you!
So the next time you move,
I cut!
Cut you mentally!
Cut the frustration!
Exploitation!
Your actions!
Liberating myself with my voice!
Renee Plenty
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Renee Plenty  Palm island
(Palm island)   
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