Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Day 20: Deniers

i breath the history
i wear it like a cloak.
the harm you do;
the shame it coats..
like sludge
on the heart.
weighing down thick
the hurt you do
to your fellow man.
you have a stain,
that won't wash off.
you wear it like a badge.
I see it as an open wound.

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