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Impaled

Each touch impaling me
Tearing me limb from limb
Every word peircing my skin
Like a blade fresh from the flames
All the stares drive me mad
Making me itch and squirm
 
Everything, Everyone; tearing me down
Keeping me back; acting against me
Though beyound all the odds
I manage to rise above
 
They have trimmed all my claws
Clipped all of my feathers
Stealing away my defenses
Attempting to own me
I will not give in so easily
They can not have me
 
Like a bird I will soar free

(2014)

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