sealed lips
compel me to swallow
bitter truth
several times over
till I exhale fumes
from eyes and ears
yet
the darkness of my interiors
remains beyond artistic imagination
it might come out as the Evil
I fought against
all my life
this is not recycled fury
it is putrefaction
stinking transformation
Into a new self
Alas! I cannot go back
to my weak, older self
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Thanks, Susi! People need to understand why the oppressed speak up after years and fight on.
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Wow. Change must happen, and quickly because of the self-loathing. That really comes out in this piece. Good job, Reena!
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