I know your game you’re
trying to drag me in but you can’t
get next to me coz your words are just
fireflies they flash real
pretty but I can’t get a grip of
them you say your crimes were
circumstantial that you’re older
and wiser now and you’ve served your time but still
can’t catch a break you’re in a
rut and your cage isn’t getting any
bigger you say we’re shaped by experience maybe I
don’t know I’m just another layer of
fiction I’m not my daddy or my daddy’s daddy I’m the child of intent the one who committed the crime I want to take the stand I know
which words to say I struck a
match in my life and burned the
bastard down but I rose from the
ashes gloriously formed a
trenchant individual who swims
against the tide
20 January 2025
individual
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