"I am obsessed with the way
he wants me.
He asks for my lips,
and I give them,
all done up and dressed to please.
I am getting off to the thought
of him getting off to me.
I am fantasizing about him
dreaming of me.
I want to be less like a woman
and more like a stain.
More like an idea that others
cannot get out of their brain.
I ask myself who in my family
gave me this need to be seen,
though I suspect it is a desire that
invisibility has bred in me. Or
maybe it is him, him and his cheeks,
that have turned me into this rat,
this otherworldly thing that
thirsts with longing.
Regardless of reason,
I am scuttling around,
leaving my mark on the ground,
pouring out my desire to whoever
sticks around for long."
my ex texted me today “you can delete my number i don’t care anymore”
and i replied “who is this”
no one cares if you don’t like short hair on girls shut the fuck up
"I ain’t never been with no white man. There were a couple white men who wanted to take me out, but I’d never go no where with them. I was always afraid that if we got into an argument he was gonna call me a nigger and then I’d have to kill him."