I’m a Bitch

An imposter with your words,

they slide off your tongue like a simile magically brushing my fingertips.

“Beautiful is in the eye of the beholder”;

But unauthentic screams linger

from a voice as impure

as your wisdom.

I will not go unheard.

Like a bird flying from its coop

I must stoop to your grandiosity

to take the jump.

A freefall but I will be lifted

from the wings of disdain

and make a name

for what I’m silenced for.

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