Shined my shoes for a dance
When there was no intention of my presence.
Silence had always been my demise
But force has always been my essence.
Calculating nearly every step
It took to get to the stairs.
We open up with honesty
Then tend to put on airs.
Tightly fitting corset
Black, for all the demise.
When silence fucks the atmosphere
We act like it was a surprise.
Stockings to my thighs
The whip is in my hands.
You may cross the Atlantic twice
But you’ll never hit these lands.
A female with the curse
Knowing, not feeling.
Sends the sands that count their freedom
In a moment, left reeling.
When the trust in all of it fades
We don’t call it all a martyr.
Trust me, you’ll do it
When I tell you I want it harder.
Josephine Ranes 
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