Peppered Tongue Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Contrary, this mark I make
To write is error, I bid -
Mistake! Keeping on hand a
Feeling, neigh? Give others
A helpful hand to ward Your
Ushers to hurried end.

Wait, to give a lesson, pen.
Dare not an education
Do not give a word to Them.
Nor will, make it, to friend -for
Foe to be. Discernations
Will pretend to care or naught.
Words They bend to bring about
Forever stinging an end.

What was not for them to say
How I in past have dealt - in
breaking. Carving their own self-
pitty. Not allow my end.
To be another. To see
The forest through the day.