This poem is about something happened to me, some seasons ago and forever changed me. I am now somewhat allergic to male existence, I'm trying to cope and poetry helps me due so.
Sitting here for the past two and a half years
More I focus on it
The more it seems a blur
Although I followed it all my life
It looks me straight in the eye giving me a death stare
A look holds ugly beauty
A look that is cold as glacier and hot as hell
I still have a taste of it on my tongue
It is like bitter honey dripping from it's eyes
I hear it all the times
It chirps in the morning to challenge the dawn
Screams in the afternoon under the scorching sun
And barks in the night in hate to full moon
To my wonder what it could be
It never turned out that way
I faced it yesterday
I face it today
I happen to face it tomorrow
I shall face it through all my life
I try to hold it
Ouch! It has thorns bedded in it
I look to a tiny dot of blood on my finger
Nevertheless, I turn my face from it
To not hurt by it is to not look at it
Was the biggest lie I whisper to my ear
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