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Yeama B.

Updated: Tue, 29 Aug 2023 11:14 pm

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Biography

Native naive New Yorker. Growing up in the backseat of the city’s madness inspired a few lines I’d like to share.

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She only imagined herself killing men. The only people she felt held a lick of power over her, and any amount of superiority. She felt men were sour and sick, a disease trickled down from human conception itself: Men. When they spit or picked their noses it drove her wild. How, how can they be so entitled? So free to shove it in womens faces as if no one is watching them. If a woman is present, who cares of her revolt if not trying to court her? What is she beyond her sexual functions and maternal uses. This thought loop made her seethe. Not a man in sight and still unrest bubbled over. She let out a frustrated yelp, then a tired sigh. Though it could’ve been louder, with no one around to hear her scream, but maybe she would attract someone who would. She lived in fear of the next man and felt it would never change. Letting her feet get rough on the dirt road was her protest, her armpits unshaven and her hair unkempt. Who would desire her? Yet she knew just by her pulse that she was prey. At times she liked it, the attention, the eyes and practical drool falling from mens mouths. For moments she’d mistaken it for power. But it was her they were hunting.

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John Marks

Fri 17th Apr 2020 22:31

Y>O>U> have real talent!

"Shook off our husk and surrendered" - wish it was that easy, we have to examine the husk, then fight, for our life. Good Luck and Welcome to WOL, and, yes, I did turn my head to look at you. John

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Don Matthews

Wed 15th Apr 2020 10:02

'Growing up in the backseat of the city’s madness'

An interesting description....

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