words cracking like beltstrokes
rebellient
rebellient
it doesn't exist she said
but you can feel it still
stare at your hands.
they'll help you through
again and again
and don't
don't
try this uppity shit
with him
motherfucker
edit: I'm still not sure about this one. The middle lines bother me, I'm not happy with them. I don't often offer any explanation or feedback on my own writing but I feel compelled to with this one. the last lines I still like, the first I like, but the midsection is elusive and frustrating.
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