management

staring down my own displeasure
is a more desperate measure than striking back
with lingual barbs that pierce the toughest armor

for love and life, for freedom's gain
i will grapple with my own disdain and the simmering
frustration, though unlabeled, I know as my own anger

timorously I will speak it
no longer afraid to show or leak it or let its reality in
and with the language of my heart become self-literate


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