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Little brown girls are taught safe love, Which isn’t safe at all. Love that is easy, love that is accepted. Love that you don’t have to pick at like a scab, Love that they see fit. Love that makes sense. Love with a man and a woman who have tea together in the morning while the birds sing them well wishes for the day. I have always found myself rebelling against my cocoa soil. I have dug deeper into the dirt to find mischievous love, which always felt warm to me ; just like tea. Maybe the warmth came from the rush of blood, the paranoia of being exiled, the heat came from another woman or another man or both a man and a woman simultaneously- quite heated is it not? Little brown girls are taught safe love, but I am not brown nor little anymore. Watch me emerge from the dirt , budding the most ******** release. A simple rose ( or two ).
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
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Little brown girls are taught safe love, Which isn’t safe at all. Love that is easy, love that is accepted. Love that you don’t have to pick at like a scab, Love that they see fit. Love that makes sense. Love with a man and a woman who have tea together in the morning while the birds sing them well wishes for the day. I have always found myself rebelling against my cocoa soil. I have dug deeper into the dirt to find mischievous love, which always felt warm to me ; just like tea. Maybe the warmth came from the rush of blood, the paranoia of being exiled, the heat came from another woman or another man or both a man and a woman simultaneously- quite heated is it not? Little brown girls are taught safe love, but I am not brown nor little anymore. Watch me emerge from the dirt , budding the most ******** release. A simple rose ( or two ).
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
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