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Continue reading →: Hollerin’Down in the holler where the honeysuckle grows,I swore I’d keep the good fight, keep my britches closed.A man of the ridge, raised on hard work an’ prayer,set on the straight path—wouldn’t stumble or stray.But Lord, that woman came like a fever at night,soft smile, hungry eyes, pure sinful delight.She’d…
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Continue reading →: Hit’s Better a MiteHit’s better, my friend, that ye keep just a mite, so yer hands stay clean an’ yer heart pure an’ white; than pockets a-bulgin’ with the world’s wicked load, an’ yer soul left a-thirstin’ down riches’ dark road.Hit’s better a crust with some peace settin’ by, than a table a-groanin’…
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Continue reading →: Conjugal RapeNight after nightyou splay my naked backacross the pyreof your flameless altarMy womanhood annihilatedby terror that sets my lipschattering, vibratingYou clasp your victor’s wreatharound my neck with your clapper-tongueMy breasts, the pillowfor your head to rest upon,while you greedily, rhythmicallythrust and soothe against my pelvisI breathe the stench of hatred;you…
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Continue reading →: Empty BedNo angry words, no slammed front door,Just distance growing ever more.A bed once warm grew cold instead,With silent miles across one bed.A touch withheld, a vacant stare,Love measured out with careful care.Not out of hate, nor open spite,But quiet audit every night.Passion fades where hearts divide;Resentment sleeps on either side.For…
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Continue reading →: The Quiet CrownNo battle came, no banners flew,No throne was claimed in open view.Just small concessions, day by day,Until a voice had slipped away.To keep the peace a tongue was held,While silent wounds were never quelled.The house stood firm, yet something died—A lifelong care was set aside.For love cannot by power grow,Whichever…
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Continue reading →: Dis Beter SoDis beter, my mens, dat jy min bly besit,sodat jou hande bly skoon en jou hart klop nog wit;as wat jou sakke knop staan van die wêreld se kwaad,en jou siel lê en dors langs die rykdom se pad.Dis beter ’n korsie met vrede daarby,as ’n tafel wat kreun, maar…
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