from misuse, reflects an
image of discontent that has
ravaged my countenance
for years... eyes flooded
with regret no longer hold
back the rivers of depression
and despair I have worn like
protective garments against
the cruelties of society...
they have stolen my modesty
leaving me standing on the
corner like a common whore,
my bleached out hair is so
thin is has no where to go
except wrap itself around my
mind like a turban... my
parched mouth is toothless,
I eat with a straw feeding the
remnants of my life to those
who dare follow me.... I am
heatless and soulless and am
oftentimes clueless when it
comes to matter of the heart.
July 19, 2023
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