`Who are you
No, who are you
`Who are you to tell my story
You have not walked an inch in my boots and still
`You wandered into the library of my existence
Attempted to slither miles in my skin
`Became judge and executioner
Pulled volumes of faults and fanned them like fire
`Deleted great moments of my life and history
Screamed only about the things that went wrong
`Hid all the joyful things that went right
Scoundrel
`Monster
That's what you are
`That's who you are
No peace, no cure, until then we'll war
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Smartystan
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
Aww it's a nice dialogue poem. Liked it!
Oooo, this was intense! Loved your take on this challenge!