Not Your Peer
by dawordartist aka Keisha Parker Miller
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
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My breast may be full & tender but will provide no milk
My skin, still new, that’s why it feels of silk
Hips are thick enough to make you sick
Try to imagine this being a trick
The truth is, I’m not your peer
Even though I look as if, my body you should fear
Seems enticing and ready for picking
Visions of your tongue all over me licking
I’m giving you vibes that I am definitely down
But what do I really know about fooling around
What is it, can you not hear
Didn’t I tell you I’m not your peer
I’m your niece, younger cousin or your little sister
I’m your mom, years before you were ever considered
Think of a man all up in your daughter’s face
You need to realize I’m not at your pace
It shouldn't matter how much I say I want it
It’s not up to you to use me how you see fit
Are you listening when I say I’m not your peer
I’ve only had hair down there for two years
I still have slumber parties and just stopped playing with dolls
I’m more innocent than you think and don’t deserve this at all
Can’t you look at me and see the child that I truly am
Even though I’m not your peer, you still don’t give a damn
What would it take to make this perfectly clear
An act of God to prove I’m not your peer
Will I spend the rest of my life in hell
While you spend the rest of yours in a cell
Only you can tell
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| Reviewed by Afrika Abney |
9/17/2003 |
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| Your poem is very powerful in its usage of language and rhythm Keisha, thanks for sharing your poem with us. One Love |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
9/17/2003 |
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| Powerful write, Keisha; well done! Welcome to the Den! :D (((HUGS))) and love, a new friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
9/16/2003 |
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Awesome I believe in the inner child.... and this is excellent.
"Can’t you look at me and see the child that I truly am
Even though I’m not your peer, you still don’t give a damn
What would it take to make this perfectly clear
An act of God to prove I’m not your peer
Will I spend the rest of my life in hell
While you spend the rest of yours in a cell
Only you can tell "
PJ
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