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braille

by Vikki Owens

i 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 09/25/12 at 07:37 PM

Excellent read!

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