DALIT

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DALIT

Can I hone, from some home, in on an unforgiving India?, like it's a back-breaking operation and Indians have only their own backs that ain't moving/
No one slows down but walks around India like the nation's a Dalit/
Dinner's rarely made by the hands of a punctual maid, in never missing a period, even though Indians say don't waste things like power, so maids should be sour, when we're all stuck with ordinary manageable dough, and fuck even having a dower house without some real feminine power/
Can they ever leave one feeling empowered?/
For legs to shake one needs more than flowers, and I ain't talking about a woman to deflower/
I elevate sweat, like it's some Indian chick's status, mind, and rain, even when I ain't in a deserted desert, but a pervert smelling what serve as servings and servings of dessert, from warm hot maids with time off, taking time off clocks so hands are in place, and in place of time if time's frozen and used as ice, but fingers move, like every fraction of a second is for making a move/
Using time wisely is highly likely if I find a babe likes repeating herself, and I repeatedly help myself to her breath, like I feel completely it's equivalent to wealth, like I'm making money and this babe can tell,
like she's not saying anything but it's telling on her and she has a tell-all memoir in her, that will be a bestseller she can get from a store to get people off, who watch her get off with a caution after stealing it from said shop, just to have access to her own thoughts deemed not worth a lot by a judge who now says some sentences are senseless again and again yet doesn't care to stop giving them, in digging himself into a hole of a lair, in apparently acceptable, but truly absurd, wear, and accusing women present of just looking for powerful men to wed/
The women must make any dwelling into mighty powerful pens/
If gold diggers are dirty, and head to weddings where they'll be married off to their lovers after not a lot of flirting, perhaps they're just yearning for a densely populated house/
Then advocate polygamy/
Crowds like those at weddings can always be in the immediate vicinity/
Don't people like immediacy?/
Can they ask new nude agents and reporters, who are all female and near borders, to report on how to move like fingertips to their figurative forests;
get a typing pool together to get wetter every day?, like the same wedding during the monsoon season's happening in a different dimension daily and very gay/
By the way, people can't abuse time and that matters since, in time, so will Dalits, coz the elitist struggle to make repression timeless implies that time will eventually be less strong than anger, but underground anger stands the test of time better than senseless banter/
Can time seemingly be rewound?, with fingers being moved around, like they're light, so chicks climax in record time, with time on their hands being like the best blood, or vice versa, while it's their time of the month/

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Inspiration (though most of these were found afterward):

- The Huffington Post
Here’s Why It’s Not Weird for Indian Men to Live at Home With Mom and Dad (2015, January 7)
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dipti-vaid-dedhia/why-its-not-weird-for-indian-men-to-live-at-home-with-mom-and-dad_b_6118022.html

- India: Managing Menstrual Hygiene (2014, July 1)
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3IyuiwsbJ0)

- The Ethical Slut (2004, first published 1997)