Displeasing Pleasure
Don’t touch me there
with scalding hands
that pull on my hair.Heavy chested bigot
with not-so-subtle comments
I don’t want to hear.Not-so-sly wandering eyes
hoping we won’t see how,
one by one
objects we become.“Little one”
can’t take it no more,
yet you’re banned from hearing more.
This one had me thinking since it was published. I think I finally found a way to form it into a coherent thought.
Light from Lita.
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