Vulnerability
by singing to you Songs of what "Is"
or by telling you Stories of the "Ought"
you thought
I sowed seeds of Wisdom
to enrich your languishing Soul--
but I tricked you
I sneaked a message
--a Trojan Horse--
that I dumped on your gate
my weapon of the weak
that you pulled in
in the middle of the night
into the fortified citadel of your mind
as if this is by irony of fate--
no escape,
i trick you again--
I'm a Poet!
Copyright © Assefa Dibaba | Year Posted 2016
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