By Witch Trial
Apply all those misconceptions,
by witch trial I am burned alive;
Cry out but cut off with a snuff,
try as I might I can’t survive;
Phrase used just to degrade me,
always the one who never quite fit;
Flyaways land where they need to,
displays karma of my eternal spirit.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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