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TRACY
by Erren Geraud Kelly She hit me like a Wrecking ball and I saw stars and a Hint of a red garter She pulled up a White thigh She reminded me of Catwoman or bettie page Her sexuality, more cerebral and old school She said I was the first brotha She ever felt This way about I was in her lair She told me: "You ain’t getting out" If her coochie's like A pit bull I'm done for I think she might've Been a flapper or a gun moll in a Past life I don't know if her Name Ends with a slingshot Or a stick of dynamite But I should be so lucky |
BOXER by Myles Boisen |
| STRUGGLE
by Kirby Light I don't want it To come easily I want a fight, like a fight for my life, a battle royal The fight needs to break every bone in the body It needs to lead to the edge Of sanity Or insanity Because it take insanity to do this sometimes It needs to be a fight that demolishes everything Like a forest fire that eats the fields Or an earth quake that tumbles the mountains Or a tidal wave that drinks the shore I need to fall Falter Bleed Fail And learn to stand again and again we're wrong or crazy. women fall out of love. elders die. dogs dig holes. preachers preach. others grow old. I need broke fingers And black eyes And cracked ribs Because sometimes there are fights Like writing Or painting Or loving some one That a person can only win by simply hanging in there They're the only type of fights That make a person Feel like a winner. |
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