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look at you again,
playing with your food
barehanded, like a child
as if you never learned any different.
have you no shame? did I not teach you?
was I not your model? have you forgotten
the years you spent watching my hands move
since you could not reach my eyes?
how else can I make you grasp
what you refuse to understand
or what you knowingly ignore?
what else could I do for you,
when all you have ever done
is bite that hand that feeds you?
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YOU ARE READING
HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human
