You open your mouth to judge me
Loading your words like
Military grade rifles
Taking aim at my insecurities
And I know
You want to hurt me
You throw your ignorance
Like hand grenades
Wishing your insults
Would lodge themselves
In the soft tissue of my heart
And brain
And your plan is to cripple me
You load up your planes
To drop your adjudication
In an attempt to eradicate
My freedom
But it will not work
See I have been given an armor
Of self love
And cloaked with self assurance
Your tanks couldn't even breach
The borders of my self worth
I know who I am
About the Creator
Duece Confucius
I am supposed to describe myself here... but for schitt's sake!! I barely even know yet!?
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