Fgy Problem
What is that whip?
Why is it more than a few seconds to me-
when I couldn't even breathe,
or figure it was peace?
Not a warning,
or a lullaby for my baby,
or hers?
What is that whip?
How come I don't recognize a thing!?
It's so enveloping-
so enduring,
yet not hearing?
Not swearing?
I know she makes me swear-
make's me wild,
but I have no denial,
i'm a beast of a child,
don't know where to beguile.
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