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I am so tired of waiting, 
Aren’t you, 
 For the world to become good 
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
  And cut the world in two--
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
   -Langston Hughes

 I was so scared,
They were so kind.
  My fingers fall from brittle bones,
 My brain leaks from my mind.
We are a coterie.
 Bound by truth, bound by lies.
We stand not as one, 
But as all.
On our backs we wear a feeble disguise, 
  Of humor, consolidation, support, fear, anguish,
A prolonged et cetera reflecting those that distinguish
Us. 
  So let us grip that knife.
With every mistake you make,
 With every child born to this life,
With the unexpressed words played in forte by their strife.
 Let us grip that knife,
So hot, so sharp, 
Yet blunted and beaten.
Rip me wide open,   
Because I crave to behold
  What those worms are eating.
  -Emma

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