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Hips large at the equator bearing jewels from deep inside her womb.
Breasts pointy as Mount Kilimanjaro suckling corporate entities fondle supple titties, squeezing out mineral milk. Greedily biting nipples. As Africa stares into the distance. Divorcing herself from a third person rape. Leaving her body in the bronze dust of Kinshasa. Foreign hands force closed legs and fertile valleys open, humping furiously. With perverse rationality fantasize over precious metals Dug out of birth rights. Her wrists held down by indifference, repeated assaults numb never regions south of Brazzaville. In the missionary position since missionaries proselytized with a pimps fervor. Switching saviors exchanged ancestors for the Trinity, the Father, the Son, and the Gun. Apostates left her prostrate. She stares off in the distance... Intensely watching a mirage, the glint of dignity moving across the horizon...
