Underhand Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Underhand
Your words are that
Of a snare campaign
You only want to take
The little bit I have
And so give up, you cry
But I refuse, I am not
Afraid to bleed, I’ve lost
More blood than you will
Ever steal from me,
In past elections
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