Metal Chords Bleeding Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

They say I got ‘sa attitude problem or ten
They say I'm a deranged little girl hating on them men
They get so furious when I pick up and scribble with this pen
Call it psycho-dribble when I write as I defend;
All of my sisters.

They don't understand it's not a game.
I have no agenda, I have no shame.
I defend my brothers, who are victims, just the same.
Any victim who's dying, who's in pain;
I'll throw my fists for.

But it seems such a mess,
I feel bombarded by this stress
I feel even worse, I think less
I'm not passing—let alone acing this test!
I want to slice my wrists and fall to the floor.

Because this world? —It is vile!
With your bare hands, I bet you can slay a crocodile,
Quicker than you're allowed to convict a pedophile
All the time and all the while;
They are getting people to listen more.

Why am I so angry? Read between the lines.
Oh God, we need a crazy little lady, in these demented times.
These? They are my final sacred screwed-up rhymes.
Like a deadly saint's wind-chime-chime-chimes'
Of which, inevitably, I'll go missing for.

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