The Fragile - Poem by Vicki Acquah
i won't stay and fight him..
He moves too fast, and hits me below the belt!
i will not stand up to him..
Because, i am afraid of him, her, (whatever)
They make me feel like i’ve been being raped and robbed
by two bullies: Father—time, and Gravity..
Admittedly, i will not be brave enough to withstand the expensive
exercises and vitamins, That coupled with the pull gravity.
from the wealthy, causing peanut butter to become a delicacy..
And growing old a calamity. Making it impossible...”to grow old gracefully”
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