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Queen of the night
"A lie told once is questioned. A lie repeated often enough becomes accepted. And once it becomes 'common sense,' people stop investigating it. That is how deception survives." ~ Malcolm X
Some days when my alarm sounds, my grief wakes up instead of me, and I remain trapped in the remnants of the dream that lied to me.
A fighter, I am. So wired to stay in that ring And let myself be beaten To a pulp for the sole reason
I can get up again. I can. But I shouldn't.
Some days My grief wakes up instead of me; I used to fight it, but it just seems Grief is the one too formidable adversary.
These days, I walk into that ring To embrace it.
All it asks is One day of misery,
Not a life of misery.
Some days it just wants the customary Three minutes
Of
Recognition.