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Lauren Fricke Aug 2018
Your lies aren't becoming-
Deception forthcoming-
For empty ears listen not.
To you my fears must mean nothing,
For a rebellion is brewing,
     spewing hurt, pain, anger red hot.

Yet your eyes remain glazed-
Expression unfazed-
Blank face, a mirror of beauty.
My soul's set alight,
     abused, hidden, refused
Ignorance does produce quite a bite.

Waves bumping and brewing-
Churning and queuing-
Against the dam our alliance did build.
Yet it needed but one ****,
Before the river came unlawed,
     and out our ocean's past did spill.

One small drizzle of peace-
Cool, crisp water it released-
A monsoon a single drop did create.
Our overwhelming history,
No longer inciting injury,
     and my rushing, gushing blood pushes past the locked gate.
when is it one drop too many?

— The End —