eyes slip over me
like an oil spill
and render me
slippery when wetted
by drunken perception
what are you playing at?
this is not a game, player
to save you from my womanhood
you push me onto others
unsure how my standards
would manifest themselves on you
my clit throbs with the possibility
that someone could love me for my politics
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