Life did not care about what she had stored
Life has taken me to many places, somewhere along those lines I wondered if a goddess can ever truly die and if they did would it mean that they did not survive?
Red Rips
Redacted rights
Black skin
Lips locked tight
White eyes
Brimming bright
Violated again
How many times?
Blue skies
Were never mine
Blue skies
Were NEVER mine
Black skin
Born a crime
Shade of sin
Pink walls inside
Escape bondage
Tongue is tied
Green kid
Age is five
Red RIP
A matter of time
Red RIPs
Bandaged lies
Did then
The Goddess Die
Under blue skies
That were never mine
When did?
The Goddess die
After Red rips…
Tore inside
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Dee
Black Queer Intersectional Feminist wrapped in poetry
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