On the Floor
On The Floor
My words were stomped out
like the butt of a cigarette.
Words that I chose carefully
to purge my life of bitterness.
Words that disrespected me,
posted on a billboard,
free for the whole world to see.
I've been flogged and
treated like an outcast
by strangers and humiliated
in front
of the eyes of millions.
Barbs of wire and bags of riches,
destroyed my carefully chosen words.
Shame has been pelted at my back,
in a place that should be
safe to express without attack.
My freedom of speech,
has been stripped of me.
Are these the days of
the Puritans?
Now I lay on the floor,
all tattered and torn.
Right in the very place,
where my bitter
words were born.
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