they served up
prejudice and misunderstanding
to me
everyday
from the same menu,
pages used
by age old patrons
same flavour
rancid,
i gagged on the rotten over-ripe fruit
soured by shame,
me
unattended
scathed
grotesque in my loneliness,
i grew tired of this menu
i left.
Great piece – could almost smell the decay – I love the way you write
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Thank you so much Karen. Your support means the world to me xx
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Your welcome – we all need to feel less alone and know there are others who travel similar journeys who have us in their thoughts – I know I do
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Me too. I love having you in my corner!
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Same here 😊
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I feel the same about you
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