Black Poetry : SHE should be here and I should be FREE

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As I sit up In jail sail my mind drifts off.
Wondering do I deserve to be here or to be free.
Only a blind man could have blame me.
When I seen those thighs my mind could not tame me.
At that moment just to be on her,
Her shoes I wished to be.
Badly I tried to be her boyfreind or freind.
Though her words shot me down instantly.
As a child and even now never accepted the word NO, And If I didn't get a piece of her my growing's was gone to blow.
So I took It upon my self and grab her In my car.
She was screamin with tears yo her face you should have saw.
As my fingers found a warm wet place under her skirt.
Though I was taken, I went slowly tryin hard not to hurt,
Her insides,
Avoiding not to look her dead In her eyes.
Unwrappen her surprise between her thighs.
With my lips,
taken sips and sips of her juices.
Tightly holding her down as her struggles seemed useless.
The more she fought the better It felt,
As a frozen piece of meat taken days to melt.
Jamin her deeper and deeper as I pretended she like.
As she bled a little bit from her insides being tight.
Something In me felt as though what I was doing was'nt right.
But quickly I came in her like the theft In the night.
So here I sit doing 6 years of her time for her crime.
Seems She had to hurt a little bit for her to be that fine glass of wine.
And here I sit doing her time,
Her time.
 

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