Friday, April 24, 2009

Prejudice

The words
are as clear as black on white
But that's only inside
No one can see them
Once they reach my mouth
The garbled sounds
make no sense
the angry bees rise up
in my throat
I spit them out
and your horror struck face
mocks me
Yeah you're a murderer
I'm dead now
It was slow and painful....
all because I was different

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