The hurt cuts so very deep a steady drop of blood slips away the decency in humanity to bare the sour face of hate. The insults are hurled like spears upon souls feathers sliced at angles sharpen the pain to take its toll. Vicious scorn hidden beneath apathy curled lips and narrowed eyes dismiss a race with a nod. Kick the earth with contempt breaks forth the hell of fire and the roar of one fist shakes the fury of years bent against the oppression laid upon blooded backs unborn. Never to end, never to cease this pain, this cruel destiny.
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Niah
cj
From curled lips to narrowed eyes, your poem has worked to to bare the sour face of hate.