daily we face them
from all sides
fully bombarded,
threats to our self
our person
our mind
our feelings
our family as well,
don't like your color
your thoughts
or your feelings,
your house or car
your lunatic child,
not to mention
you dog that
does his business
on mine...
fences don't keep
our the threats
the break-ins
rock throwing
and bricks...
find a new home
get out... get out...
of my sight,
your presence
offends me
you must go,
from when you came
is what I prefer.
December 16, 2024
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