This is an ode to the people
Who let me stay with them
To clean their crowded houses
And a little of themselves
To those scared people
Who spoke without love
They couldn't really see me:
I did not stand up tall
I will tame down the daggers
That sit beneath the flesh
I will turn venom sweet
And write a poem again
I'll rise up from the ashes
Once more and once again
The grandeur of dark vastness
Sings songs of high terrain
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