The Devil’s Whisper

My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sins,
but my true beauty would remain hidden.

The saints opened their ears, but failed to hear,
so demons drew black bile and blood from me.
Velvet rage caused my spirit to submit
while the woke raped language to “set me free”.

Haunted by phantoms of my perverse past,
I sacrificed God to free their egos.
Swirls of empty promises and soiled love
caused my life to vanish into cruel men.

While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious desires.

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Bound in Darkness

my blood flowed over golden sands

When No One Saw and No One Heard

the soil soaked in my hurried hurt

Blood Never Forgets

life before the bruises

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Rescued Me

fear of abusive men soon decreased

Mental Agony

my body stood naked and exposed

Blood Burning

queens snorted and screamed

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Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me