Macho Mouth's dorm filled up. The conversations have begun.
Lost sisters packin' fake Armani bags with a smile as plasticized as beauty oversized and flexibility chewing gum size
Praisin’ hyperbolic sunrises and couples dictatorships on social dinners
With an intricate texture machoesque literature, mediature, vulture, her
Breasts are shown and her conduct is sacred.

(conversation #1)

Lost sister justifies her hatred for herself by
putting her sister that celebrates free sexual energy on the pillar of torture of social media conversations, street style, call us, 999
Looking at her arms and legs, at her elegantly poised head, see invisible sample strings blasting rings of movement retrograde,
all strings in the hand of Big Opressed Sister.

Inner staring.
Venus retrograde
Would be better.

(conversation #2)

This sister here has heard
That her behavior is wet, that her mouth is pornographic,
That her legs will easily wrap around any man she wants, she hunts for, they say,
She can't exist
Without a man.
Snap snoop dog she'll go down doggy style for your pleasure,
your hidden need for an escape goat puts her in the newspaper of you small minds.
She is Venus censored,
Her open heart slain by her kin.

(conversation #3)

So you see:
I move my hips, my boldness, my accurate sense of looseness
You think that the swing, the swag, the bootie shake miniskirt
Is just a weapon to get some, get some?

You think that my penetrating observations draw paths for you to penetrate me, to have a chance to use me, to eat me, to take another piece of meat me?
Touch a shoulder, smile and free your sexual feminine energy,
And the crowd of castrating tongues, and sentences, and twisted religious innuendoes
Start their soap opera dialogues.
They do not want freedom of speech.
They would burn you at the stake,
they forgot their past, they ignore their present.
The witches are burning the witches today.
A woman against a woman. An oppressed against the oppressed.
All I gave you in my moves was the joy of being.
All I shared with my sensual self was the presence of the divine in me.
You are not taking me to the altar of your feast.

Sisters, embrace your moves, feel your giving souls.
Love each other,
Each woman carries the piece that completes the whole.
Yes, the Hole.
Your compassion is not a weakness.

Being open is not an invitation to get fucked.