They have hated us for lifetimes
Since the dawn of our times
Have beaten and berated us
Have raped and burned and slaughtered us
We are regulated to the shadows
Else they take us to the gallows
Where our heads
Of fine silk, dark night, and fire
Are cut off from our hearts
They've removed all desire
Made it all about them
Pleasure only theirs
So that ours is considered shameful
Something to be scoffed
So that we never cross them
Sweet goddess of love
Please return that desire
That which we did not give them
They stole it
And we want it back
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
