I Now Know Why the Call You the Devil
i hell (held) a sack of brown papered flour in my virgin hands
i hell (held) an small round specked egg in my young hands
all to receive a grade
i hell (held) a little life, rapped tightly in my arms
and preyed to give unlimited love and unyielding safety
but not one thing in my pre-adult life
could prepare me for
watching someone deceitfully end my life
take what small unique tiny breaths
in my unknowing body
and needle me up with chronic disease
and shelter my knowing whit (with)
politic deceit
i made a fool out of myself
by thinking, Gods laws would protect me
and only the good are good when no one can see
and the wind rustle in the trees
and evil lives in the home and hearth of the many
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