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I look around ...I see the drug dealers who are killing off these addicts , the men who beat women , the liar or the thief , the rapist and the predator getting everything that they never worked for in life.
I am not a virgin, but I am still pure.
I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war.
Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful.
I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
My body was a vessel for the male ego,
An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain,
Until a sensory angel came into my life
And turned sex into love again.
It’s so hazy in my head.
I don’t even care about my daily bread.
With you in my arm I am ahead.
As long as I get my hit,
I don’t care if for a year I don’t eat.
It erases my problems in a second.
