Don a pair…

Of balls, of sass, of smarts

Of common sense, of; or maybe with, a dash of hope

Why don’t you?

*kiss teeth*

Stop saying the shit I do, or the way I feel is wrong

When you believe/feel/love the same shit I do

Say you’re sorry

Believe that you’re sorry

Will yourself to be strong

Why don’t you?

Stop playing dumb…

You are so sure that your counters will impale my efforts,


As I fill your thoughts with morose remorse

Mayhap, quickening your ending as Hamlet’s father did for him

Hmmm, aptly ready to be begging for a pardon…


~ by tashpoeme on August 19, 2010.

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