Lost Vegan Heart
bijou, tiny, miniature, mini
small and little ego of ones' self
unseen isolation of bondage
makes I (me) grow
ever so increasingly cruel, savage, and mean
i do believe i am not
vegan anymore in my heart
for i want the taste of bloody freedom
that comes with the spilling of blood
and the eating of raw meat
my teeth are not sharpen
with jurist committee knowledge
but only hope that my own blood
will point the way
and show just how many sharks
are stirring in
the entertainment entertaining waters
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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