Dead Organ Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Dead Organ
I turn my cheek
If only for the
Time being
I could not care
Any less than I
Already do about
The consequences
I believe in firm
Hard vengeance,
Verbal sparring
And public
Humiliation
As fair punishment
For those cruel
Arrogant women
That dare cross
This cold dead
Organ I call, Heart
Ventilation of grievance as well voicing high opinion on women with the practice of hearts-not much heartful creating sins.Laws have not founf answers for sinners of hearts coz law with all its versions cannot see it.Law is blind.But u can with ur lines and propagandas be an eye-opener for the dead laws for this dead organs and dead people still living carrying them and the consequences what u believe as hard words would be the one to digest for them.Hope it is a buzzword ur poetrys for such vengeance.
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4/26/2024 6:43:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Let them have it with all guns (in this case tongue) ablaze!