When We Stand by Beula Lewis

Quaz | April 26th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments


Enough with the silence!
The time has come,
now that it has been put on the table
you reach for a broom?

Oh, I see under the carpet it goes
while pulling up your nose,
pretending to be a rose.

Respect is fading like quicksand,
be careful for a day shall come
for you to accept the hand you deal.

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The poet enjoys reading and writing poetry.

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