The Creeps
In his country, he says I would be called a fat *i*c* with my hips being thick.
He said his men would f*c*k me so much I would join the crowd of skinny lovers.
In his country, he states I would not have sex the way I want.
He pants that his men like a*s*o*e.
Plethora my people would shout.
Embarrassment has stepped-out.
In his country, is sex slavery.
His men would just snatch me off the streets to control me sexually.
In his country, I am not.
So why is he talking to me half-cocked.
In his country, terrorism to them is love.
To me he must be from an Arab World.
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Penned on May 13, 2014!
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