You are one of the children
One of the sweet ones
They think you tender thing
Weak for switching
Weak for the make up
Weak for those short shorts Weak for your voice
Weak because your femme flows like the mississippi
Weak because it makes them feel less weak
You have always been stronger though
King and Queen
More man in high heels then they can stomach
So dance your dance
And sing your song
They called you a collection of sticks so show them the way you burn
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Black Mystic Rising
الشعرPoetry about Hoodoo, mystism, black life and politics. It's hard to have religion without politics and damn near impossible to have religion without magic. Started this 7years ago
