Sorry, G dear no love poem this morning, the state is condoning some leech raping me again
I mean i saw you, G, and i meant to say you have a new favourite jumper…
I do that too, but i didnt get to say it
Im fighting the state
Their argument is, men should illegally be allowed to control lesbian behaviour, using a new form of rape
Its an argument about how men should control, and by coercion make us lezzos scared to exist
I have dry lips and i look up and its the rapist for the 9th or 10th time? Stalking me?
If im being stalked by a criminal,
Their claim is
I should do what this rapist is illegally trying to publicly shame me into doing
In so doing they expect me to obey it?
Stalking and filming someone is illegal in this country, so is rape, and this is a new form of it, G
Condoned by the state, for the police wont help me, even tho rape is illegal
Instead, im the one being blamed for being raped, because im a lesbian, G
So fuck off, criminals, and pack rapists
Until you have me in your reins, G, ill do whatever i damn well like
If i have dry lips, ill lick them. No matter if that rapist passes me 30 or 40 times on my 50 minute walk
Ill lick my dry lips. And they cant tell me not to
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