I don’t want him.
I don’t want anyone
Ever again;
Men are horrible.
They live for their desires.
They’ll watch children burn
As long as their own fires
Keep them warm and occupied.
I wish they all knew, intimately,
The desperation of deprivation,
Of dire want and need
But these are curses
Coming from me,
So I bite my tongue
Until it bleeds
Because God has blessed me,
And not cursed me.
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