Inequity spills from one pain to the next;
From one's shame to make another's.
I pity those who seek balance in their chaos
By pouring it down the throat of another.
Disgust simmers, feeding veins propelling my heart to beat harder.
Give me the charcoal slurry to suffocate the air space,
Dampening insecurity's putrid smell from wafting through.
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