Sluts Poems - Poems about Sluts

...Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises.. Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded.. Deafening din of our chagrin... Espoused by rabbles roused by mandari......

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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 ange......

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...“Be still for Chrisake! The head is crowning. Now be still, damn you!” These women are the damned Crammed into slab huts At the edge of Hell. Condemned as sluts, Their bellies swell With h......

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...My intentions were pure, did I not strip them naked before you I wasn’t afraid to say that I loved you, it didn’t make me less of a man Not known to draw first, but this time I felt my grip itchy ......

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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 feline on the block. ......

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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 Sh......

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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 visits Bisi e......

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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. Wo......

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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 ......

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...THEY CAST NET IN THE WATERS THE FISHES WERE NETTED AND WAITED HARVEST THERE NETS WERE TORN AND DRIED UP AND THE FISH THEY CAUGHT FELL BACK INTO THE SEA THEY CURSED THE CREW AND FOUND ......

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...If you are ever feeling down know that love can always be found and there is help just look around don't ever give up try not to live up to the statistics peers are your own worst critics p......

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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 Be......

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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......

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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 hoe without feeling guil......

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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 ......

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