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About This Poem
Trial and Denial
Again I'm put on trial,
a judgment so tortuous;
but you are in denial–
to see that takes no genius.
When letting go of a grudge
I see you're in no hurry;
but who appointed you judge?
I've yet to see your jury.
So quick to point your finger
at everyone except you;
you're an adult, act mature.
You have confessing to do.
Go on, confess whenever
the truth you refuse to face;
you can't deny forever
that you're a complete disgrace.
You love to play the blame game
so let's play another round;
what's wrong– are you too ashamed
to turn your finger around?
By Anne Currin
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