Gossip Folk
Cold eyes feign sympathy for the hardships of my plight
Then when I turn my back they take the knife
And plunge it deep into my spine
Like roaches running from the light
They scramble for their phones
To get connected to their fellow crones
Forked tongues raining ill decent upon my home
Slither back to you lair gossip folk
Leave me alone
My trials and tribulations aren't public record
Just my own
You derive your pleasure from talking about my pain
May you listeners choke on your truths
As they swallow your lies
Wallow in your fabrications
As you pull the wool over their eyes
Live in bliss
In your cloud of ignorance
So eager to believe
The banter of gossip folk
And their power to deceive.
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my poetry. Some of is is very Afro-centric. Some of it is very personal. Some of it just is. I hope my readers like my poetry as much as my paranormal work.
