Poetry Sunday
I would stand, body trembling, tears streaming,
Words stifled from where you hushed me
You said my anger was my problem
You said my rage would be my downfall
I grew older, taller
You tell me I shouldn’t be so quick to burn the bridges
You say I should try to keep the peace
Everyone says my anger will be my downfall
I stand …
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