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Be Gone

Like a predator on the prowl
I can smell your fear
Pathetic, frightened thing that you are
Mentally and physically you're no match for me
In every fiber of existence you are out-matched
There is no place for cowards here
Be gone
Stop hiding and show yourself or leave
You could give sound advice for the rest of your life and still be found wanting
You're lacking because you don't follow your own advice
You say take risks and do something new
Yet you engage in the same trickery everyday
You hide behind the secrecy of a phone
I long for the day this gets real
Face to face 
Your knees would buckle
The phony can't stand up to the truth



Typhani M. Roberson

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