braille by Vikki Owensi couldnt say anything,
so you can blame it all on me, baby.
if you wanna be with me,
you gotta learn to read,
read my mind, read between the lines
of my hips,
i am literature of the worst kind, baby.
indecipherable, cursive for the blind,
the kind of useless elegance that gets you
no where fast,
you're gonna have to learn braille, baby.
because touching me is the only way we're gonna see
the future.
this is a culture of manipulation,
manual dexterity is key, baby.
i cant tell you anything,
you gotta feel it.. 09/20/2012 Author's Note: dont ask me, i dont even know what it means
Posted on 09/20/2012 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
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