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RE: Bigots
My womanhood has nothing to do
with your manhood and penis size
doesn’t matter so put away your
measuring tape.
I don’t want to seduce your girlfriend
and I wont emasculate your son, so if
you have a problem it’s yours not mine.
I will have my love, I will love beyond
gender, race, or beliefs. I will not let your
hate consume me I will not let it change me.
So take your energies and apply them to
yourself take a good look in the mirror and
judge your own wealth.
Your opinion matters little in the grand scheme
of life and your hate just shows your ignorance,
so despite all the ugliness your life is made of,
I will still continue to love.
My womanhood has nothing to do
with your manhood and penis size
doesn’t matter so put away your
measuring tape.
I don’t want to seduce your girlfriend
and I wont emasculate your son, so if
you have a problem it’s yours not mine.
I will have my love, I will love beyond
gender, race, or beliefs. I will not let your
hate consume me I will not let it change me.
So take your energies and apply them to
yourself take a good look in the mirror and
judge your own wealth.
Your opinion matters little in the grand scheme
of life and your hate just shows your ignorance,
so despite all the ugliness your life is made of,
I will still continue to love.
Literature
All I Have to Tell Intro.
Introduction
It feels like summer has arrived. The sun is far enough below the horizon for it to be acceptably safe for me to witness this moment of natural majesty without becoming fertilizer for Mother Earth. I'm greeted this warm dusk to the most gorgeous colors the Creator could have designed: an almost neon purple painting the sky, and lining the stretching blue clouds; and red, covering the bottom of the highest clouds closest to the sun, as it completes its dive for the horizon; with bright orange and pink nearest the sun, contrasting the green British landscape below it as far as I can see. No painting could ever rival this.
Literature
The Reader
She liked sad stories best -
the ones that ended (naturally)
in hopeful death and loosened souls.
She grew cold with little matchgirls,
grim with fairytale endings
and read Oscar Wilde
tented in bed on warm afternoons.
Her story, she reasoned,
should end like these -
wreathed in the simple beads
of prose, stark and enduring.
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*attempts a sexy voice*
So. eh, you wanna hook up some time?
just playing
I love this
So. eh, you wanna hook up some time?
just playing
I love this