Have you ever been angry?
Anger builds inside.
Gives you a right to hide.
I want to let the anger go
But there's always the reminder that anger festers and grow.
I knew a angry person.
He was angry for 20 years.
10 of those years he spent with me.
Now anger lives inside me.
As I packed my bags to leave carrying it all inside me.
This anger makes me think oh did he really cheat?
This anger make me think of
The Willie Lynch Letter 300, 400 hundred years of pain.
This anger makes me think anger,
misery and pain is but a mere British concept.
This anger is now redirected back on you, "
the gay one" who told me to leave.
This anger helps me see you don't call me or involve me.
This anger makes me see how gays
being social accepted help you be free,
but really the young boy child will see you in
tights and blouses and be so confused.
This anger helps me walk yet one
step closer to being free from you.
This anger parts my lips as I defend my self from your selfish ways.
As the anger now leaves...
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