Damaged Goods Poem by Nora Jamal

We’ve tortued him in every way

gripped him taut till he was useless.

I've played a part which isn’t okay

i've left him hurt, bleeding and hopeless.


I’ve perceived him as an appalling swine

and believed he deserved quandary.

I’ve firmed that I the elite will be fine

but I was mistaken for I had no boundary.


Now it is far too tardy

for I’ve mistaken his splendid actions.

And I regret all very ghastly

that I sliced him into pieces of sections.

He lingers the beauty, i linger the beast