by Chevalterre Nabil
written in 30 minutes
Labor Day 2010
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Say it loud
Sait it proud
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Say it clear
and stay near
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As you express
and protest
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the truth
must be confessed
---
there's much love
to be professed
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Silence isn't gold
All the words
which within you hold
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Begin to rot
and form to mold
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For when you're a coward
not at all witty
nor bold
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Your internal mulch
beginning to seep
and protrude
makes you explode!
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Those rancid holes
you tend to
and harness
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You cannot
push me into it
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As my friends' love
sets me free
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Their words
of kindness and concern
protest your wicked enchantment
with glee
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Oh, my beloveds!
for thee
I reach!
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And say
Thank you!
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for the shield
formed by
your protesting words
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And when
I remembered myself
---
and my yearning
for happiness
and freedom
---
which the hating witch
allowed me
so seldom...
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I embraced the shield
and it broke me free...
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The witche's enchantment
was one of loathing
and disgust.
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I'd felt compassion
for him
... we each thought
rescuing each other
was a must
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But with time
He did drain me
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So blind I became
I could not seek
---
to pull myself
out of the emotional dungeon
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and he'd maintained
me there
---
naked and bare
Lustful his glare
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He'd provided
so long as I begged
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I'd yearned for
warm touches
---
not cold, boring
tongue lashings
in the bed.
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Then he'd let me wander
dazed... astray
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I'd asked...
Why can I not find
my way?
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Oh, come and see me
for one day.
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And he said...
No.
That it was
not in his plans...
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and clearly
not in his heart
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I reached for my shield
and pushed us apart.
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Now I am back
healthy, serene.
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and again, my friend,
Thanks for saying
just what you mean.
