To The Many Poem by Amber Rose

Promulgate my destiny
They need to know
That my heart ache
Is all healed and sown

Sentiments stitched to the conception that existence will entail more
Compliment my dreariness my lack of hopefulness
Mend that crack that runs through my facial skin.
Break me; take me, to the lands of the mundane

And remove me from me
My lair, my scrutiny
We are aberrant, and do not bear the nod of any praise
But more a nod of repugnance as me the loath that walks by
Requires your endorsement
Feeds on your retort

Rethreaded by triviality
I’m a corpse to the many