…….Your political stance is jagged, like you’re running some sort of racket, say nigga with the wiggas while you hold up your gay stickers, Black Lives Matter, but gay lives matter more, or at least until the on going struggles of black faces like yours, hit the floor in a figure four, then you’ll see what’s in-stored, no gays go to heaven if politicians made the world, you’re not walking, talking intercourse of course; no one knows your sexuality until you reveal it, you don’t have to steal it, but you still choose to drill it, in our heads that you like another man’s derriere, stop coming up from the rear, no one really cared, until psychopathic politicians, increased everyday peoples apprehensions, fed on their superstitions, confused their moral comprehensions, tactfully causing gay men to get defensive, now the black struggle is just your mistress, politicians masterfully use you as a tool to make them niggers look like out of touch fools. They’re the cause of your drowning sensations, then they took advantage of your aggressive behavior as you donned dresses, wigs, and extended cigs, all because you like the mens. Fag don’t mean coward, a lot of fags obtained power, and live on top of towers, grabbing musclebound men by the crouch of their trousers.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2023 12:45
- Comment from author about the poem: I know the derogatory term is a attention getter, which was its only function here, the actual point of the poem is to expose the lack of continuity in the black community by conjured fractions within our community spawned by the suggestions of politicians taking aim to systematically convolute our voices.
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