acceptance

shouting 
writhing

i raise my fists again

clenched as tight 

as my aching jaw

and curse you 

with bitter breath

but the epithets

bounce

like hail off the shiny

white

hood of the place i lost you

gained you

lost you again

and all the anger in the world

will not change

truth

  

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