*****
To so many you’ve related
All about me you have hated
Mocking compositions wise
Choosing genius to despise
Started out talking that way
Out of nothing but hearsay
Coming from the lips of those
For their aggrandizement chose
Make a never ending search
All my acts with dirt besmirch
Not because on me dirt fitted
But because to friends committed
In a less illumined day,
Gaining pity in that way
This much, understandable —
Yet found yourself incapable
Even when all evidence
Should have brought you to good sense
To anywise alter your own
Words to people you have known
Pursuing a continuance
Of policy both dark and dense
Leaving justice all unknown
For some reason of your own
Think you I don’t see or feel
Judgments you make to seem real
Fully justifiable
As ’twere undeniable
Others think completely true
After having trusted you?
Your underhand has gotten so
Its overhand it doesn’t know
If you’ve grown, (somehow I doubt it)
You should do something about it!
Till I see in people’s eyes
Reflection of other than lies
Detailing my abysmal dirth
Of aught approximating worth,
And that energy abate,
I’ll send blessings, and I’ll wait,
Apart humiliation from,
Till your world friendlier become
*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
