Transformation in the Making - Contemporary Poetry by Deidre Washington
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I will rise to the occasion sophisticated subtle striking like a cobra as i sit and wait observing all the while your conniving ways and lethal smile i once hungered for your attention. The sweet musk scent carries through the air . I often imagine the taste of you. The clean sweetness of the back of your neck like mornin dew. But you so busy with the hustlin and bustlin you never saw me step into view. Busy in your own little existence caring for no one but yourself, such a selfish creature really. No regard no remorse just thoughts of self preservation. So what harm would i do by exposing your game. No disservice I'm sure more of a favor or homage paid from my efforts to all those you have disrespectfully ran over, through, and in. To even the score for the scores of tears shed because of your caveman mentality. No care for the human spirit only out for personal gain, profit, benefit and always an opportunist.