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Masuna

Masuna or Massonas (fl. c. 508–535) was a Berber from what is now western Algeria who was said to have been a Christian, he ruled the Mauro-Roman Kingdom with its capital based in Altava which is now in present day Algeria around the Tlemcen area. He was able to maintain the independence of his kingdom by resisting occupation from the Vandals. King Masuna allied with the Eastern Roman Emperor Justinian and assisted him in a war against the Vandals in 533 and also against other invading Berber tribal confederations. more »

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Braiding my hair then cutting it off, because my femininity's raised by the cloth of the
Bed I lay in when I'm fed the stamen of the ones that I learned to adore

Picking up hair from off of the ground that I bruised my knees on, I find it profound
That the carpet full of DNA from those who went and seeded me remembers who I was for

Ripping, ripping, ripping all my hair out
Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing (it) inside my mouth
If you, if you, if you could see me now
You'd be surprised I'm still alive and turn around

Painting my face with blood that I've kept from
Years of mutilation, the tears that I've wept
I wear it as a warning, the blood that I'm adorning
To the people who smell delicious fruit

"Apples to oranges" says the person that forages
For the sour apple flavor from the immature whore
Ingesting gallons of dressing from the predators who are messing
With the body and the head of one acute

Touching, touching, touching my bloody face
Licking, licking, licking the copper taste
Off of, off of, off of the lips they chased
With hands, with hands, with hands that kept me braced

I'm safe
I'm safe
I'm... Finally safe, f*ck

Look in the mirror at my painted cheeks
My hair looks like the barber did it with her fucking feet
But I've never been happier 'cause I'm looking scrappier
Becoming someone who I wanna be

I look in my eyes for a reintroduction
To a girl I haven't known since before she met corruption
So I wave and I smile, and I wait for a while
Then I introduce myself to my own me

Hello? hello? hello? what is your name?
Has it, has it, has it always been the same?
It's nice to meet the woman I became
It's nice to see the body I'll reclaim

Cleaning my body, I'm cleaning my flesh
I close the cherry bottle and make my outer mesh
Reflect my new identity the one I know is true to me
I say goodbye to being a slave

To ones who "wish the best for me," with dick in hand
And mystery meat behind my teeth in the sheets
That I unsheathe the sweet blade under the cover of shade
That I will use to cascade the ruby blood that I gave

It's clear to see my hedonism makes
The ones who took as much as they could take
Bend further back until their muscles break
Because I'm now aware, and I'm awake

Hi! Uh, I'm Masuna
I'm not REDACTED's girlfriend, I'm not REDACTED's friend
I'm not REDACTED's fucking daughter
I'm me, I'm Masuna
And I like to draw, I like making music, I like horror cult-classic movie musicals
And i'm just so happy I could finally meet you guys

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