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Jun 2014
You know not where my feet have gone
But judge me none the less
Assuming I’m your battle pawn
You choose to second guess

From beaten and to broken
You scoff at all my pain
You take it as a token
You take it as your gain

You call out names to break me
You taunt me with your threats
You think God has forsaken me
With that, I’d place no bets

I do not fear your tactics
The truth shall come to light
Revealed through all your antics
Revealed through all your spite

You may have fooled the masses
By putting on an act
But I can see through glasses
That are not tainted black

Your solemn act of innocence
Is soon to be dispelled
You assumed that I was ignorant
And easily compelled

The fact that you have judged me
Before you know the facts
Speaks volumes of dishonesty
Of things you can’t redact

When caught in this deception
The gavel slams down hard
Not honored with reception
Your voice they will discard
Julia Mullin
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