The Bitch

Bitch

Not in those words

Said like

You are crazy

You need help

You are delusional

Because

she dared to ask

why he didn't pay a bill

why he swung a knife

cutting up a chicken

she already had seasoned

and ready

because his god

demanded the

sacrifice

and he hid

it all

to control

her moves

because her presence

was his cover

and he

called her

Bitch

without

saying

it

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