You label and liable
You point and accuse
You speak without a noble tongue
You share a manufactured anger
You vilify the air
You use your power to diminish
But you’re in a putrid bubble of obstinance
But you have no foundation
But you don’t know me
You don’t want to know me
Misdirected you are
The mirror will reflect back on you
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, women
psychologistmimi 
Loss of Humans Connecting
Loss of Moving Creating True Emotion
Loss of Co-Creating When Competition
Erases
Corroboration
For Hairless Apes
Truly Progressing to
Higher Loving Levels Together
YeP It’s Pretty Scary Imagining
Someone Like Trump Who
Isn’t Really A Buffon
Yet A
Clever
Devil Now
With
No Real
Human Soul too…
Thankfully, i Can’t
Imagine Any in this Country
Yet…
The Environment
Though is Surely Ready As Is…
From Where Shall This Man or Woman Arise…
Or Shall We Move A Cool Change in the Direction
of Love…
Instead
of
Falling
Falling
In All Ways
of January 6th
SMiLes With All Due
Respect Your Poem
Likely Has Nothing to
Do With These Words
At All Except Emotions Inspiring This Breath..:)
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Oooo…what she said. Yeah. That takes guts, I always gotta admire somebody with guts.
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What a lovely post ❤️
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