You turn violent in the violet rays

Of the sun, call me undone 

when I echo your insults 

You somersault the way

your words lean when I

Shine truth to them, say I’m 

uncouth and cruel and unusual 

The only way out is through 

I unfortunately am not a visual 

Learner but kinesthetic can’t help 

But be flurry and fierce in motion 

I’m over your twisted notion 

of kind, I know now that you are blind

By Slyvia Rose

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