Teacher
Teach her
Mindless erotic tricks
Make her
Reach out
Brazen but subdued
Make her
Meek and
Fodder for the hordes
Show her
Lower
Standards as reward
Grind her
Wind her
Morals for quick rescue
Watch her
Suffer
Sink and fall apart
Teacher
Master
Creator of a race
Lipstick
Powder
Pales on rage of face
Terror
Horror
Teardrops wash those out
Master
Creator
Of illicit teenage pout
Bend her
Lend her
Shadowless perfume
Buyer
Sells her
Womanhood too soon.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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