Long Sluts Poems

I hate Ni**as
When I’m looking and staring at this burden world  in my vision and I see the world collapsing especially in the poverty streets all I see is ignorance and stupidity. I see...

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Black. White. Blue. Pink. Orange. I'll blend in. Tall, short, cold, warm. I'll blend in. She likes to remain calm, she likes to scream or maybe even lean. I'll blend in. People always playing cautious...

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I fear Earth Goddess has something rather unkind to say
about RightWing patriarchal 
pretensions oligarchical,

Which begins with N,
and ends with R,
and in-between fills out with Eve

Never attracted to bipolar conflicting reductive rabid climates,
deductively isolated singularities,
autonomous RightWing...

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This is the ending New beginning its over children daddy did it, It is finished so 
father into thy hands I commit my spirit I feel it its coming closer the sun is just 
growing...

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In our highschool, we had to go for masses every Saturday and Sunday
And some girls even went for masses early mornings during the week
The nuns kept strict eyes on us
We had limited socializing time with...

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We were all born the same at different times,
‘Naked’ and closed eyes to the crime.
So why is she tugging down at her skirt,
In fear that we perceive her clothes as ‘too short’?
Yet wear non-fitted long...

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If we begin this tale from the left,
many will see the sons and daughters of tomorrow emerged.
Did God really said "let there be light"?
Or was it a planted falsehood in hearts? 
Are we really wet...

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*The Boy Who cried German*

  Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always did walk around in a jumpsuit like that suitor who...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK! He cursed her for all his lost dreams…
WHACK! For missed...

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Crazy kids go around giving in for free, not feeling passion towards reality and lying to
their parents, thinking they are so right on their thought’s knowing deep inside they are
wrong, there's no turning back after...

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Just went upstate for my senior trip
      It felt so good like a drug your not supposed to do 
         All your...

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the street taught me how to name myself ,
how to make life miserable to people with arms and weapons around my neck and hands. 
how to call a knife a spade and 
a spade; a...

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Nickels or pennies, dollars or pounds, 
Feed those machines, can you hear your heart pound?
Spinning and winning drawing you in, 
Feeding a frenzy before you begin. 
One dollar here, a few hundred pounds 
 Soon...

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We are lost cities finding reasons 
to join our broken aspirations together,
a lost elegies uprooting tubers of yam planted by our forebearers,
dreams seeking for home and abode to abide by in the nexus of classism.
We've...

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Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy.
We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy. 
I think he seems more orange today, said a...

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I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds,
For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts,
For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts,
For the autumn leaves, for the angels with...

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Woman!

Today is your day
Our day
But so too should be everyday
We celebrate our beings
Our Mothers ago
However...
Will our children celebrate 
Us in years also

Woman!

Loose yourself !
Unshackle your chains
Take these labels from your package
Skanks! Hoes! *****es! Sluts! 
Replace...

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I'm sorry it's my body and my boundaries
Am sorry I respect myself
Am sorry am preserving myself
Am sorry I take my time 
Am sorry i don't want to be rushed
Because I know I'll be crushed
Am sorry...

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All days are the same: morning, city, the crowd.
Life's not going forward, it's moving around.
And masks of all shades on those ignorant faces,
A few made-up stories in cheap street newspapers,
Sluts looking like stars, dirty queens...

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and I heard hell called on men
for eternal life for them all
they ran here and there with 
decorated bottles of beer and
handy skimpy sluts.
filthy theme of righteous played
they called heaven a dreadful hell
the demons rejoiced...

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The Man On The Street

The streets are crowded
People walk by not seeing the man standing there
He is not old enough to be put in a home
He is not poor enough to beg for spare change
He...

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UNNECESSARIES

Some days when we need aliments
Or stuff to clean our residence
My wife sends me to venture out
With mission like a good Boy Scout

Well briefed with edicts firm conveyed
By She: one who must be obeyed
I go...

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Rhymes let go off my mind’s hand
And glide down  my lips
They hop on a string of wind
and migrate to the unknown spheres

My rebellious rhymes don’t want to know
What modesty means
That they shouldn’t laugh very...

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There is a man named Mr. Purt
Money and power are his turf.

He rules the land with a tangerine fist
Misogynistic deeds always tops his list

He takes what he wants, no questions are asked.
Women are no exceptions...

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And to the past they rode
The Shining Host: lent death
or immortality 
by golden sands of time.

Call not them back
Lest to discover that
They who last held 
Rome's bright light
Were marauders
Filled with spite

Nor recall
Their lovers fair
And find...

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