It is sad the fickleness of men
It is sad the folly of their ego
It is sad the blindness
My suppleness was seen as a weakness
When I honoured him he raised me with his foot
When I loved him he pushed it back at me
It is sad the folly of men
When I sought him
Today my back toward him
Then does he realize the folly of his action
It is sad the fickleness of men
Today my ears closed to his lamentations
My heart turned to stone
It is sad the fickleness of men
My warmth was never enough for his pompous self
Today my leaving a crescendo of his regrets
Today I mourn the folly of his actions on his behalf
His heartlessness
I mourn the strewn broken backs of my sisters
I mourn the cruelty of his soul ‘
I mourn the broken pieces that represent our hearts
Today I proclaim and prophesy days to come
When their hearts will yield to our warmth
When they will reach out and call us by our given names
And our ears will be closed to such
Our hearts full of wrath
May the day dawn that it shall be so
Today as I walk picking up smithereens of our broken back and hearts
I pray they will too in the future
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