Poetry: Untitled
When you fucked me, I
wondered,
I always wondered.
What is it you like about
me ?
My brown eyes ?
My smile ?
My refugee status ?
My busy mind ?
Or the hairs on my back ?
– He never answered
When you fucked me, I
wondered,
I always wondered.
What is it you like about
me ?
My brown eyes ?
My smile ?
My refugee status ?
My busy mind ?
Or the hairs on my back ?
– He never answered