Thursday, 11 November 2021

Broken Doors

I am sitting comfortably on the bus
By my friend who doesn't acknowledge me
And you unseat me in an unglorious
Fashion, relegating me to the back
Where I'm all alone. 
I'm sitting at home basking in my father's love
And you come with a car, holding it, superhuman 
Bashing the door, unhinged from its latches
And I feel like I'm forcing open doors, 
Crossing barriers, shattering norms
Winning, winning, winning! 
I awake: a sense of fulfillment! 
I win. 

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