Circus Squeals
I am a circus freak—
collar popped,
polka dots.
You throw apples
and boo;
I hate all of
you too.
I’m not bothered,
though.
One day, I’ll
start a revolution
and set fire to this
whole place.
You see me as a freak;
I see myself as one of
you elites—
three-piece suit,
walking cane.
I’m going to
dismantle
the aristocracy
internally.
Join the cause
or die.
Copyright © Alijah Rivers | Year Posted 2025
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