she calls it love
my type of feminism is like my mother’s
she greets my father every evening
half way at the door
my body aint lover of my money
some of us grew up
where every money
our parents made were…
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i don’t fall in love easily
i don’t fall in love easily
my heart is too daring
i am afraid of the sacrifices
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something i didn’t tell my mother
/something i didn’t tell my mother
that there was a boy
in my neighbourhood
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someday
someday when i am no more i want my works to wear a tuxedo or prada, get a first class ticket and travel all the way to the caribbean for a vacation making love to her taste buds with a glass of margarita i want her whoever she will be to stretch