Such sour and harsh notes

I have never before tasted

or heard, echoing off the lips of the streets until visions of myself

became questionable and blurred.

 

A pointed finger was directed to a sign

That read, accused and sentenced

To a life without liberty,

For acts right or wrong,

Of exposing emotions and ideas

All contained in the inner me.

 

The accuser is only a simple man

Entitled to a simple opinion

Often designed to hurt,

But words alone do not reveal

truth, and like man,

Fades to no importance, back to

dust and dirt.

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-Refel Rushing©-