Poetry

Taking A Stand

Who are you to say that the way I live 

Lessens my value 

When my life was a gift that you did not give 

A gift that I have not learned to appreciate or decided if I even want! 

This addiction of mine 

Trapped and confined 

I still deserve 

Love, 

Forgiveness. 

Even as I lift this liquor to my lips 

I travel the road of my heart with little sips

I’m still worthy of simple human compassion 

And my tendency to self destruct 

Doesn’t negate the fact that my 

My value is non negotiable.

I Implode 

You can unload 

on me, 

Because I will understand: 

Your struggle doesn’t make you any less of a man.

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