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pit bull cruel

8/9/2022

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If I were a man with but one choice
and held this moment true,
would I book the next flight out
or choose to stay with you?
 
I’m waiting with baited breath,
to hear the words you say.
Will they anchor me to where I stand
or push me far away?
 
I see it in your face,
the anger that you bear,
wrestling with those troubling words,
that only you can hear.
 
Your silence now is broken
with words you need to say.
They hold the air like dense, gray fog,
as I begin to pray.
 
Your words are mixed and troubling,
they fall hard against my ears.
They unsettle me, I am unarmed,
they bring me almost to tears.
The words you say,
weigh heavily on my mind,
one sound bite at a time,
they cross that sacred line.
 
Choose your words carefully
don’t be pit bull cruel.
Your anger is all about me,
it has nothing to do with you.
You can slice it or dice it,
I’m not your broken mule,
don’t beat me over the head
with a dirty garden tool.

How cruel!
How cruel!


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