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[porter_poet]

With iron fist you beat me until I came back to life
Caught me in the dead of night running to your dogs
Running to your farm village cotton plants
Caught me trying to work the days wage for you
Whipped the mountain ridge of scars right off of my back
Like intercourse was a whip
Like a whip was a tongue
Like a tongue was your blooming fields
And the hot sun
Knows no way to set without me sweating
Your name across my chest
Pulling the fiber from your burlap sacks
and shoving them back
onto your mature plants
Just so that
they will disappear to seedlings that I will pluck from the earth
and fill every pocket of my blood stricken pants
Have you seen a setting sun rise?
When I flinch, you will breathe
When your torture me, I will dance
Just so that
you can fill that ship hull of yours with me
and drive me back to the country I belong to
Rip your net open
chase me into the nettle bushes
I will forget everything I ever knew of you and your world
will worship strange gods in the place of you and your gods
and dance naked until the sky forgets how to breathe

can you love me like that?