i clearly know my stand,
and i am afraid about what happens next,
at first
i do not have
that feather in my hand
to tickle
you,
man of authority,
i do not have the book
of pleasing you,
man of wisdom, man who can make me into a stone,
power of the wand
who in one sway, can turn me into
nothing,
i am not afraid,
i am nothing.
i have always been nothing
and no one
so what must i fear?
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