Written by: Angelica Grier

I can taste the venom on my tongue
Poised to strike but forced to choke on poison 
To be a better person
It’s warm and bitter but I can taste my destiny
And I’m thankful it’s sweeter than honey
With each toxic dose the old me dies
My days look brighter and Heaven is a little closer
You’re provoking me
Threatening my territory and refusing to leave
I’m trying to let you walk away unscathed
But if you want me to bite I will bite