Prejudice
flowing force of angerwall of tight-muscled eyes
staring
fingers pointing
giggles turning into laughter
hurtful
mocking
hard and cold
punching my ears
my self-worth.
the little girl within
shrinks, tightens
sucks me in around her
for protection;
tears bathe humiliation
but the feeling is never clean.
considers anger:
retaliation smolders
like incense
in an amethyst stone cup
left on an unmarked grave.
little girl, splinter of a child,
February angel
you're beautiful and chaste!
turn away
look away
hear my words
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