Sunday, February 3, 2013

A poem for the day


You Know Who You Are .
I am bitter
Sad
Cold
Tired
Scared
Reluctant
Used
Hurt
Devastated
Angry.
Clearly seeing everything that you all are.
Clearly feeling everything that I am.
Your poison blood that offers silence
My beating, open heart of love.
The beauty of my spirit that your feet stamp on with disrespect
Will one day hold the mirror so close
That your own reflection will vomit and spit
And then I will be free. Be warned
While you know who you are
I will be free.

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