Evelyn Hew Poet Free verse

Without Apology

I am tired of pretending
that anger is a flaw.
It burns through me clean,
and still they ask for smiles
while standing knee-deep in the ashes.

I wasn't born to swallow my tongue.
I wasn't raised
to fold myself
just so others could stretch.

There were days I begged to be seen,
and when they looked,
they flinched-
as if the truth was too sharp to hold.

But I've learned:
the sharp things are often the most honest.
I don't owe softness
to the ones who
only listen
when I whisper

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