To Artina, di Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

To Artina

I will take you heart.

I will take your soul out of your body

As though I were God.

I will not be satisfied

With the touch of your hand

Nor the sweet of your lips alone.

I will take your heart for mine.

I will take your soul.

I will be God when it comes to you.

#Americans #Blacks

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To Artina

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