Though we have the courage to raise our daughters like our sons … few have the courage to raise our sons like our daughters.
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the-real-eye-to-see: Black kids are everything, I swear!
Just a taste of blood; my tongue travels
south from navel to the mound of your shaved
cleft while two more fingers twist and wriggle
inside. Each month there are many depraved
pathways to your heart. I choose this redyed
one, that which opens ruby-red hunger
sleek with clots and downpours. Stirring inside
you mark me, stain me, own me with lather,
cum, a bond between us. All that which bleeds
leaves me thirsty — I would suckle until
sated, until you drench the sheets. Urgent
needs shall remain until your tide recedes;
until I’ve guzzled from you all my fill;
until I raise my mouth off your splayed cunt.