The Day Of Reckoning (COTS-Part II)

I suppose in my culture we do not give credence to anyone that is she dick    
An Adam Apple still displayed in black and white, a false wig wearing chick    
I suppose a Monkey to swing from your groin do exist    
I guess it must get hard as a banana and stiff as a brick    
You on here every hour on the hour trying to bend a nigga will over and for what, where’s the clit    
When you do not have a hairy jungle in your pants    
I come in peace, move silence in sound, the universal is my spiritual romance, and I try in humbleness, to always grant    
   
And you want to try to play the act of feminism, which the Heaven will never receive    
You can smell my tampon, lick it if you want, at least, you know I monthly bleed    
Got a Hebrew King all between these Creole thighs and that is no make believe    
What, those pills you take, you still waiting for the other eyebrow to finally grow    
I am a Board Certified Counselor and there is help for your gender denial if you do not know    
But don’t swing that hate in my direction    
Life is about good choices, respect, and mental reflection    
   
Bringing false narratives to my serene shores    
I keep telling you how many Kings my honey has showered in presence and still begging on here to see more    
For a man who looks the woman, yes, as you have a cock with a pulled back wig still not quite on the forehead    
I can only take the winds where words have been lead    
No judgement yes, I am a Hebrew ordained Goddess    
However, your avatar speaks volume, and that Adam’s Apple is way too big to miss    
Are you still upset because someone thought you were a cock and then hammered you with a poetic block    
Get over the shit, this is real life, and I try to offer the world peace and eternal gifts    
You bring discontent, then your world will tilt with brimstone and dishonored in thy will    
Go grow your other eyebrow shedick and sorry if my narrative still makes your dangling one eye between your legs hard as shit    
   
I am cherished, I am the in between host. no rules other than the ones I make    
Until I have to strangle the snake    
It feels good to shed the skin of the past only to return to the roots of its the duality of my wholeness, the bitter shied of my glory    
In love, you get my heart, in discord, yours, it's about the rites of purgatory    
My words from here I do not choke    
It feels so good to be in the element of my natural smoke    
     
   
Shalom    
   
   
   
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