Oh, how quickly they turn,
fickle as fleas in a kennel,
curating cruelty, calling it
kindness, delighting in
sword swinging, a crusade
of the self-declared righteous,
determined extermination
of unpopular ideas.
Though you may compel me
to cry an ocean of tears
and relish the sound
of my pain, labeling me
according to the narrative created,
remember the strength of this swimmer
who doesn’t know how to drown.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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