Submission Poem by Shemaine English

Submission



I step
hungrily.
into
your
garden.

And taste.
the forbidden
fruit
that grows
from
your hands.

Without
any
thought
of tommorrow.

Or the
punishment
I will
face.

For submitting
to
your
will.

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Greensboro, North Carolina
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