Shut outA Poem by CentipedleI've been stuck with iron bars over my tongue. Metal sticks piercing my lips. I've been disregarded and branded with a collar. Dehumanized, by a preacher. A preacher who spouts words, They only think they are right. Making me so infinitesimal, Despite the speeches you spell. I want to be locked away. Away from the painful tongue. I doubt myself in every way. Am I right or am I wrong?
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9 Reviews Added on July 14, 2016 Last Updated on July 14, 2016 AuthorCentipedleApple Valley, CAAboutHi, my name is Pedle as an online handle. Don't be afraid of my username! Note about reading your stuff. I try to review as much as I can if you are on my list below. But the best SURE way to get .. more..Writing
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