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Jocelyn Mack Poem
Maybe I've never been enough for you,
On the occasion you speak the truth,
My heart gets broken over and over again.
Maybe if I looked like her,
Of course we would only know if I were,
Maybe that would make it harder to leave.
My heart goes out to those like me,
Others who feel like they can't breath,
Muddled by the presence of a wicked thing.
Maybe one day I'll get out,
Out of the darkness there's no doubt,
My spirit will be free and you will have no hold on me.
Copyright © Jocelyn Mack | Year Posted 2025
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