Von Jami Sassone
The man with the metal rod returns today
He summons me in the most painful way
It burns. It stings. It's scorching hot.
I yell, "please stop!" He will not
Why?
To the rack; I brace for the worst
He violates me again; this time's not the first
Back to my cage, to wonder how long
Yearning for Antwort to what I've done wrong?
Nine months later the answer arrives
I now have someone for whom to survive
Three times I've felt love, one being today
Three times, as well, it's been taken away.
Why?
My milch is for you, not him all
You enjoy what Du eat, but remember my calls
When the cheese melts nicely...
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