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I cannot be a machine pummelling emotions into you
Stuck on your agenda,
My name you cannot remember.
For, it is lost in the embers of yesterday.
To your desires, I surrender.
Dehumanised, my skin flayed,
See, I don’t bleed
To your will, I accede.
You plant the seeds in the fallowed ground.
It bears a strange fruit.
I am an alien creature born to do with as you please.
I live and die at your alter.
Should I be your father to your mother?
See, I have no father or mother, no brothers or sisters.
I was born to satisfy your carnal desires.
It is not complicated.
You tell me that you do not want me to read you poetry.
For you do not desire to taste the fragrant black pansy.
See, I am black. I am burning hot.
I am primitive — the pure essence of your base instincts.
My blood is primordial.
I am the hyper masculine personified.
Well, at least all that you see in the negative light.
