Karen
If I could burn a voodoo herb inside
Your bedroom, what result might I expect?
The smell of lusting would be amplified.
The smell of darker men, their thrills erect
And thrusting toward your heart, would reappear
Among the fumes of witch-like woman eyes
You used to lure them to your sheets. Your rear
Raised up to give the angle for the size
Of them, their thickest shoving of their need
To reach the devil’s dump up in your womb,
Would welcome every poke and hurtling seed.
The smoke from that assault would fill the room.
The smoke would smell of nappy armpit hair
But also smell of female white despair.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Apr 21, 2025 | IN, MI |