Years
Too much rhetoric
for me to know when to answer,
so like a dancer,
I try to always make the right moves,
so when the night moves,
I don’t feel like your Cancer,
and I can’t lose,
if we do what I became used to,
affect like we used to.
Now I’m steady paying dues to
the one I was bruised through.
You wonder who abused who?
Now there’s a speech in my mouth that’s unopened;
I have a loose tongue but I hold it.
I play submissive, submit, and roll over.
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