A note

A note

A Poem by Abhra


When I am the b***h this is your p***y to hate. It is yours to own.
This vagina is yours.
This is your playground. This is your own country. Your masculinity was born here. In the neighborhood and context of my p***y.
Our p***y.
You can chain it. Devour it. Desecrate it. Decide what must and must not come out of it. When, how and how much.
You can roam around and play with it.
Put things in it, lose things in it
Break things in it
Shear, rip it apart
put it on walls, magazines and between the lines. This c**t is yours.
Only the blood and pain is mine.



© 2016 Abhra


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woah, phenomenal. My mouth dropped open on this one, I love that you are not afraid to be so ...sooo what is the word i'm trying to grasp...controversial with the language, what the message says is so pro woman, you can bend us in any direction, we are still a toy to most men...many of us a willing toy. This more than makes up for it, smiling at you...

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Abhra
Abhra

Kennesaw, GA



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A Poem by Abhra