Unwelcome
Who else have your hands touched like that
Tearing off my clothes
Your sour words
drawing tears from my eyes
ripping my underwear as if you were opening a delightful package
But the contents in this parsel isn't addressed to you
The air turned to water and i can't breathe
My pleas are caught in my throat
They would have fallen on deaf ears anyway
You spread my legs with your arms
And plow through me
Fire is ignited in between my legs
It burns
You are an unwelcome visitor
It feels like forever
When i feel you finish
Filling me to the brim with traces of you
-jm
This poem is about:
My community
Our world