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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Fighting a Child's Impulse

Scolded like a child
frustration welling up
sharp and hard
roughing out all the smooth
the disrespect rang clear
reaction's of youth
fighting to take over
the hard learned adult

walk away
take a breath
or a hundred
cool the angry fire
burning at the surface
bury it until
I find the words
to navigate the minefields
just because I'm treated like a child
doesn't mean I have to act like one

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