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Fruit on a Counter
May 15, 2008
I'm ripe like fruit
With things to say,
But just like fruit
The words rot and fall away.
So many questions and thoughts
Pulsate through my head.
Every day I see him pass by
In his fancy suit and tie.
How can he sleep at night
When he knows we're not all right?
How can he keep this sick oppression going?
Does he only think about himself in this world?
What about his 2 little girls?
So many words decay in my mind.
The right words are so hard to find.
I am a voice silenced by his streak of violence.
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