To Black Bear
to black bear
to black bear, cub, or lair
i really dont care
nobody likes days of dawn
being treated like a pawn
you do see
so lovingly
only your point of view
and not the minority, or of the few
who's voices do make sense
but your afraid to see, hence
your darkening tunnel
with a widening funnel
your bricks in a wall
taking a tumbling fall
you need to think
and not blink
at voices that do make sense
and not refute such as nonsense
your words feathering his nest
very classic at best
i say no to the games you play
like pawns on a board you slay
like the back stab with what you did to me
where i was suppressed with no voice to plea
connie pachecho
1/15/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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