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fight

Posted to Action Poetry




shouting
at the top of
my voice to
you to make you hear
what i see as
truth
in you
but just like me
your hands are up
in protest in pleading
motions for me to
stop this
barrage of me
seeing you as you
raw, whole
amazing, piercing
aching, breathing
beauty
wisdom
love

and it hurts me
that it hurts you
to know how
i see you
when you cannot
see
yourself.