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When I met her she was so disconnected...
She was just a commodity straight off the rack, a hollowed corporate fashionista zombie.
Head filled with so much materialistic minutiae, it made it problematic for her third eye to see clearly.
So we met on a SUN-day
With closed eyes our bodies embraced each other like hands clasped in prayer
Our bodies spoke but lips did not
I asked her questions
Why does western society control your hair?
Why did they scalp your ancestors? ( indians)
Understand the parables of Sampsons hair.
Why they shave heads of military soldiers?
Why corporate America police Africans hair?
Why is there a Memphis and a Cairo in the U.S.? Why southern Illinois called little egypt?
Pyramids all over the world even China
And monk mound pyramid in Illinois?
Why did our people ( indians ) build or erect temporary pyramids? What westerners called tepees?
The similarities in the Nile the Amazon and the Mississippi? Why is the goddesses issis in Mississippi?
The lowks she was wearing over her third eye wear darker than Aaliyah's
They began to fall in her lap......
She now took my pen
And began to stroke it within the margins of her thighs
As I deeply inscribed the hieroglyphs within her pucy walls she felt she saw she tasted thd light
Why do vultures maggots pigs feed off carcusses of dead bodies? Why should we?
She now consumed light consumed life
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