Poem 52

defiant

it’s a defiance against

the metaphorical cuffs around my wrists

that make me out to be the good,

the dream and the success.

every now and then

i make the wrong decisions

to prove to my reflection

no

i’ve not been perfect

and i’ve not been the best

but i sure as hell have tried it all

and deserve

even the slightest of recognitions.

it’s a defiance against

the positive in my life

so that i have control

over the bad that goes on.

 

 

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