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A defined feeling of anger
Like words on a page
Written down in graphite
As a being present and alive
With feelings mixed up like food
Down the stomach of the body
Of the dragon tyrannical immoral
Twisted up little girl with thoughts
Of a better world
A world that is yours
And my name is crossed out at the bottom
Invalid score invalid prose
Disqualified no option to appeal
The feeling of loneliness is real
And I vomit out my thoughts on a desk
Splattered all across anguish expressed
Words you don’t want to read about
You don’t want to accept is valid
So you put your foot down
On the back of my head
And I let out my cry
And sound off my alarm
Nobody will call attention to the rest
Act like nothing ever happened
Cause I’m the one you can shoot
In the foot and walk away unscathed
Nothing will ever change unless
God strikes the man that hates