Wish I Could Tell You

 I wish I could tell you

that it didn't shatter me

when you said I was

"just a courtesy"

and it felt like you

swung a sledhammer

against my frame

cracking the tender

limbs still standing

trying to let you know

that harm being done

not to me

but to the others

that were hungering

and thirsting

trying to breathe free

but could not eat

or care for self

while you fattened

the calf of your ego

and expected us

to stand like steel

and be unbroken

from the cracks in 

the foundation

you pretended

were firm


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