stupidity sinking through skin
simply by a touch of fingers
reminders of what we do not need
yet all in the same
what we crave
greedy hands reaching for what pours out of caverns
the gold of today
information worthy of a friends ear
and depending upon your gender
depending upon your internal being
and the anatomy you've been burdened with
different titles will become constant visitors
they will not only knock at your door
they will break down your walls
nesting in your brain
reminders of what we have done
what we now consider a big mistake
for my name is no longer
Sarah
it is no longer
Eve
it is no longer
Margret--
my new name is a classic
one women have been hearing for years
my new name is Whore
let it ring in your ears
it is carved into my skin
so call me by name
just make sure to remember
soon you will receive a name too
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breathe {poetry}--
Poesiethis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
