Saturday, May 12, 2012

Cut Me to the Core

Your ill-formed judgements
They truly
cut me
straight to the core,
every word flies like
spittle from you open mouth

Among the many things
that I am,
the titles I carry,
I certainly do not
fit the slanted description
which you sling
most carelessly
about my neck,

a noose
I will escape from
every single
time

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