He made a witch
Out of that girl
& society
Scrambled with pitch forks
And fire
She hid
Ashamed
Whilst her autobiography;
Her words
Were being inked
By a man who
Was certainly not her
Writing words
Which were definitely
Not hers
& when they arrived at her door
With gasoline, lighters
Black tar
And ropes to bind her hands
They couldn't wrap their minds
Around the shock
That the fire
Caressed, held & loved her
Having already known
All along
It belonged
& had a home
Inside her
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