I cried for you last night
Sobs of frustration and pain
Bitterness and bile stain
The soul whole necessitates prayer
I dreamed of you last night
Only you weren’t you
But a darkly hued stranger
In a you suit
I wanted you last night
But did not touch myself
instead
I held myself and made to myself
promises of truth and light
Smiled 'bout my Phoenician rebirth
and thanked God that no man determines
the measure of my worth.
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