By Tyanna McCaulsky
A constant chatter of Anger
A character I wish not
To be of my eager
Back and forth bitter words go
As my peace screams no
The discomfort of my skin
Which makes my head spin
Daily bread of a hatred tongue
This is not a place I belong
Sheltered, yet not sheltered
A mouth that sings pernicious phrases
That needs to be filtered
Shattered debris she speaks
Marching with a poisonous beak
A presence which brings fear
An emotion I wish not to bear
Her protruding eyes stretch forth
While mine look to the north
To say a little prayer
For words, I don’t want to remember
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