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They don’t mind/ Don’t mind them

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Smooth glossy skin
Uncovered head
Pant-encased legs
Unhidden bosom
Eyes that meet
Lips that speak
What a creature!

Touch that skin
Pull that hair
Stroke that bottom
Pinch that breast
Bite those lips
She doesn’t mind
She likes it
She’s a siren

The black ebony skin
Straight backbone
Thick curly hair
Big black eyes
Strong backs, long legs
What a creature!

Lower those eyes
Load those backs
Work those legs
Tame that hair
Flay that skin
Break those bones
He doesn’t mind
He’s made for this
He is a beast

The filthy clothes
Grimy face
Hungry mouths
Runny noses
Cunning eyes
Smelly babies
What creatures!

Push them
Shove them
Hug them
Thrash them
Evict them
House them
Throw them some food
They don’t mind
They eat off the ground
They are animals 

The ill-kempt body
Matted hair
Suspicious eyes 
darting back and forth
Blabbering mouth
Shouting now, sobbing next
What a creature!

Poke them
Tease them
Chase them
Kick them
Feed them
Lock them up
Throw them out
They don’t mind
They’ve lost their minds
They are mad

April 2026

Photo by Kunal Kalra on Unsplash


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