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It Doesn’t Matter What They Think

Jul 30, 2019

A poem

Did they eat too much salt?

Become dry and embittered?

What left the crack in the tongue

that made it spill dislike?

Maybe they got not

what they wanted, and you

stayed whole, after all,

not bending to please.

For the sting of disappointment

they find unappealing

is an empowering rounding

of the soul, a rising of liberty

in your freedom,

no matter if it tastes bad to someone

who would shape you into their dream

and forget about yours.

Does the Black Dog Sit with You?

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