I've been asking my lord to make a bad man out of you, I said :
'Please let him be a sinner.
Let him want me the way he wants her,
let him touch me the way he touches her,
let him hold me the way he holds her.
If he commits treason, I'll pardon him.
Let him be a sinner.
Let him be a sinner.
Let him be a sinner.'
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Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
