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| Oh my bare ankles! |
I was politely informed
that the eyes of Gentlemen
are blind to all the skills I have gathered
No wonder these eyes fail to gather
the expanse of my intelligence!
Curiously their eyes rest easily
on my bare arms and ankles
all too clear and visible
And this is how they gauge
the depth of my multifarious intellect
To wear or not to wear
has become a question that sucks
life out of every colored dress I own:
Do I wear to please the wrath in me?
or do I not wear for the Gentleman in them?
Do I wear for the future of women and men
or do I not wear for my bubble of peace
Do I stand up for my students and our future
like the heroes I have admired
or do I sit fearing my inevitable fall?
I remember a crazy naked man,
He was crying aloud in the streets:
"When you meet your beloved
Will you be content kissing their clothes
Or will you jump deep into their own selves
Or will you jump deep into their own selves
And make love”
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| This is my favorite dressing style. Whatssup Gentlemen? |
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