Call Them Honey
My life has many.
I call them all honey .
Nevertheless ,they are poisonous and dangerous.
Their existing makes me courageous .
I shared a life road with a few.
They managed to stab me dead blue.
The rest left me helpless and alone.
Skinned alive to the bone.
Though memories do linger .
I hold no grudges nor do I give a finger .
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2022
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