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Poem by Wendye Savage

Black-woman-kissing man

Absorbing secrets that I confide

With your hidden dagger tucked inside:

You’ve held me at my lowest place

As tears came streaming down my face:

A kissing Judas in the end

You’ve taught me well, my so called friend:

I’m not bitter, I’m not blue

But wiser now, because of you:

The joy you have received in this

Planting your painful, twisted , kiss:

Will result in karma in the end

Beware my Judas, so called friend.


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