Love And Hip-Hop

Silence makes her moans more prevalent in my mind.

Her past time filled with filth.

Aborted wombs, tombs I lie in called home.

Her moan a pop record played on repeat.

Niggerdly I dance to the beat.
Niggerdly I dance to the beat.
Niggerdly I dance to the beat.

–Yannick C. Wallace

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