The Contestant
I could not miss your boudoir and starve of paradise
Since that day when from Ellis Island I saw you
Your lamp held to guide my ship ... the only disguise
Your brothel nakedness still drew desires to you
And your lips had words like honey running down
They told me I would find you here, freelancing
For the butcher and baker from every where. Town
After town they emptied to follow you here. Dancing
Still on table tops, my heart a quivering palm tree
Stood in pride and jealousy ... do you not ever long
To cast off the slur from the sour littany of pedigree
Can you not for my love sake prove them all wrong?
You are so free, so free, your liberty is killing me
And while you whore with them I sadly pine for thee.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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