My Life In Word

BEHIND THE GLASS

I was the clown 
Behind the glass
I don’t want to sound 
Brutish or crass
But those days are over
You can kiss my ass
From east to west 
And west to east
I will no longer be 
Just a piece of meat
To be groped or ogled
As if on display
I am not today's catch
Or this evening's entrée

Simona A. Brinson

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