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Sheep in the big city: Chapter Two








All I want is to fall asleep without bed bugs trying to crawl into my ass like a nigga who won't even consider getting finger fucked. All I want to do is to prepare one fucking meal without an audience of disrespectful cockroaches always loitering harder than city rats on street corners. All I want to do is to walk down an alley without a Zulu nigga dwindling my whole existence down to sex organs and tits. All I want is a man who understands the level of trust it takes to admit that I'm scared, that I've never truly done this love before but I still want to try because his heart moves me in that way. All I want is a soundtrack to my life movie that doesn't involve gunshots and the intermediate screams of displaced souls consigned to oblivion. All I want is to breathe air that doesn't hold the fragrance of lost hope, shattered dreams and despondency.
All I want is a home away from home. A lighter spirit, courage without spirits,a reason and some gawd damn fumigation.
Fucking hell.

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