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Mar 2014
Definitely not having it,
be it "jokes", taunts, or sarcastic ******* wit.
The fine line those walk,
'tween acceptable or not.
Littered, shattered glass on the floor,
diminishing where you can step anymore,
increasing where you ought not
to tread.
Fed up to the brim,
wise cracks, spreading me thin.
Passively pushing past prior pitfalls and pleas
compassion over compensated, as I rise from my knees.
Definitely not your dime piece,
your side piece,
your "when I got the time" piece.
You're misconstrued when you abused
your sly guy remarks to allude me.
This isn't a game you see, but it's not my case to blame,
it's just the years of a broken system
ingrained in your brain.
Written February 26, 2014
Written by
Samantha Shaw
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