Poem: Denounced – 01/01/21

Not right, not right, not right.
Matchmaking is more than a plight,
I shall denounce the insolence with a single breath
into the dead of night.

Who minds that only I am the one who breathes,
flames flicker by my outstretched hands,
extended sleeves,
I shall not learn what it means to flee.

I will stand strong and steadfast
without losing face,
treated unfairly,
lost the place in my race,

it’s not right to besmirch on a day such as this,
wriggle those magical fingers,
fend off those ill feels,
I shan’t bother to ache,
rather I’ll begin to heal.

© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.


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