WORD WAR
There it is
Dark, swirling,
Twirling, black tar
I can't go near
So a wall I'll build
But maybe a door
...just in case
There....awww
Nice, clean, house
No black muck
Running about
Should someone mention
The WALL...I will not CALL
...again
Year after year
They come and go
But they CAN"T know
What I can't face
In my private place
Maybe just a peek
...ugh! It reeks
If it's gonna get worse
Maybe I could grab a purse
And just shove it in
...I can't be in the same space
With IT
What is IT, that has all this power
Did you see that?
Who am I talking to
Who's in here with me
"Shame"
I fall to the floor in repugnant sorrow
I want to be me
...but doesn't someone have to say it's ok?
"I do"
Written by Trudy Schrader
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