My bones are weary of men
who do not meet me at my core,
Men who peer with shallow eyes,
Men who perform love
but never seek fondness
Tell me,
how does it feel
to chase your mother's tenderness
between the thighs of a woman you barely know?
Tell me
when was the last time your mama rocked you?
When was the last time you felt safe in her arms?
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