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Where do you think she runs to?
With legs clamped in heels
Heels taller than your tales of her
She runs
Runs to places lit up by darkness,
Corners bent in smoke
With buttocks chopped into leather
She doesn’t stop running;
Her mother keeps calling her
Telling her
There’s no food for the child she left behind
Lecturers on her back
calculating how many strokes
it takes to get a grade UP
And iPhones,
iPhones playing new tunes.
Beautiful tunes that make her smile and twirl
Between hands that snatch a part of her…
So she runs,
Into men who pay excavation fees
To explore the world between her legs
She runs,
Into boys with ego and money
Looking for women who won’t say no
She runs,
And never stops
For each time she catches her breath
There is a voice, urging:
Run, run, run,
Runs girl.
Socially relevant
Subtly fierce… Bluntly sharp… The truth in all nakedness