Judgement Day
July 25th, 2018
They're calling me names – Again,
They're throwing things at me, Again,
They're bleeding these horrible lies about me,
But they only know my name,
They don't understand my Story,
I don't understand, Momma,
Why do they attack me so willingly,
Throwing these heaving stones,
At my Glass ceiling,
Knowing the gall will fall,
And all will Parish.
"People will break you down, so you are on their level."
But, Momma, I don't understand,
Do I deserve these words?
All I did was stand up for myself,
Please Momma, I don't understand,
They're begging me to be the bigger person,
They expect a Monster,
But how can I simply Lie down?
How do I take this,
In all of this anger, and rage,
All of this hatred, and poison,
They breath upon my flesh,
How could they continue to kick?
When they saw I was already down.
Gold Digger.
Slut.
Wackadoo Satanist.
Unstable.
Mentally Immature.
Manipulative.
Twice my Age,
But not a speck Brighter.
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