Poetry: Stolen Pleasures

From: Poetically Ghetto there’s an intrusionbarging through closed gatesbreaking folds so delicateturning the resting soft stones devil spears this cottoned earthcanes into the silken claydefeated rails of defencemisfortunes of the luckless prey an agenda without gender or agewhat it finds it takeswithout asking or beggingno sound of permissions broken barrierswrecked wallswith arms of phallic privilegeand … Continue reading Poetry: Stolen Pleasures