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 May 2014 Annie Quill
Jack
I built it
Brick by brick
Slathering mortar
Rebar pierced
Lines off center
Foundation firm
Concrete faults
Cemented sadness
Tall as it is wide

I built it
Contracted of stupidity
Designed in self-absorption
Blue prints of folded sorrow
Erected by a fool
No cranes needed
Drawn in teardrops
Fallen from your eyes
Collected puddles of my deceit

I built it…this wall
That keeps you from me
****, where is an earthquake when you need one?
you want us to live in fear and we sure do
Parents scared to let their daughters go
worried they won’t come back or when they do they will be broken shells of who they were before
We travel in packs because we are scared that we will be cornered alone and unable to fight back
phones becoming extensions of ourselves because they might give us a fighting chance
Making excuses for those who do us wrong
and blaming us for what we wish we could change
We don’t like feeling weak
we don’t want to be at your mercy
We don’t have a choice
Till you give us a voice
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