she says
in a rage.
her eyes red
from crying.
her whole-body trembling
with victim hood.
you don't really know who i am,
or the hell
i've been
through.
you have no idea of the ordeals
i've had to deal with,
do you?
you're oblivious to
my struggles,
the weight i carry on my
back
every day.
you have no clue, do you,
about who i really am, she says
wagging her finger
in my face.
nope i tell her.
and let's keep
it that way.
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