Infamy
Infamy is not dignified.
Or pleasant.
As the speculation would pool around me.
I would find myself degrading.
And feeling horrified.
Shaking from the travesty-
The one used to keep me safe.
Steeping in the empathy-
That they say I’m not capable of.
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