Blade of Peace

by Fabian Cortez

Others fear, find it strange

Considered crazy

Say I’m caged

It’s those that say

That, fear a knife

That keeps me

Sharp & clear

In life

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A minor cut, not

Visible, that keeps the

Pain controllable,

I feel it eating through

My skin, but stopping

Mental torment butting

In. I shall not shout

-

Or flail about,

I’ll not get violent

Have no doubt,

I’ll go away to find my

Peace, my blade will

Give me sweet release

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You think me troubled

Foolish bitch, cross away

This crazy itch, as if it’s

Catching, what I’ve got

I’d rather this, than be

You lot, you fuck your

Husbands, beat your

Wives

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In other words

Destroy your lives

Oh Mother tyrant, Father shit

Peers say, “Now, get over it”

You say it’s me that’s lost

Control, you push us to your

Lacking goal

-

Yet without thought

To what you’ve done

You’ve put me here,

I guess

You’ve won

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