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Notre Mere By Kia Rayburn (Poetry)

I am angry because provoking aggression

I am angry because the face of a dead horse 

I am angry because an epinephrine induced sword 

Anger numbs the fear

Crucial to survival

The dragon has gold and it means nothing

Indignation covers the battered 

Distain, immaterial, paralyzed, jilted

Keep your tongue steady and mouth closed

Breath filled with guilt has no place here

It’s a symptom of not being heard

Direct the sound elsewhere 

There is no guilt in this au courant affection 

Absent and still you turn to dust 

Brother see the pacific unstirring 

Notre Mere By Kia Rayburn


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