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Bad Lighting and Bruises

You slapped my face; yet, I'm still awaiting the sting, bruised on the good side I'll never show. I choose to stand in bad lighting, for this one act, absurdity play. If I wore makeup, I'd swear it'd run.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/4/2016 11:35:00 AM

I like how you choose to show the good side after you've been slapped. Nicely written!

Daniel Turner

Date: 9/2/2016 8:49:00 AM

Charles, for me a "physical" slap is hard not to react to. However, a "verbal" slap is usually laughed at. I like your poem very much.

Charles Pullen
Date: 9/2/2016 9:16:00 AM

Daniel, thank you you're right physical bruises fade and verbal slaps, can either last forever or you shake it off, it's up to you to show the world how you react to any attack, be it physical or emotional. :)