Infamy
I am not honored, nor am I brave.
It is infamy that I crave.
I know, I know- you can not believe.
That what I want this Christmas Eve.
Is not hope nor is it pray.
Listen now to what I have to say.
I wish, I wish my words would stay.
Written in paint, not covered in gray.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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