Steal Back

When they come for your art and being
by
claiming these things are nothing

When they dismiss your opposition
by
hearing nothing

When they drain you dry
by
wiping you to nothing

You can fold
Exhausted into a clear heap
Return to your den
Lick your transparent wounds
and become the nothing
they’ve decreed
or
new and stealthy as you can be
come to them 
as they gloat unaware and

steal back your birthright
in plain sight
because
history has shown 

they will never see it coming

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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