November 24, 2014 Hate
Hate, anger,
Contempt and loathing.
They're all building up ??,
I feel like exploding.
I have no release.
I have no relief.
The water is rising,
The tide is coming in.
Losing space,
Losing ground,
Losing face
All around.
I can't explain.
I can't deny.
I can't confirm.
Copyright © Minister Jenna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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