When I die,
let the flames grow high.
Let them burn me,
as they did in life.
I do not fit,
in this steel corset.
I do not hold my tongue,
I am heard and seen.
I will take,
the cake
and eat it
and grow fat with reality.
Don’t stone me,
I’m only angry,
and it shows.
Wordland 
Wow. I like this – a lot. Powerful statement.
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Love this!
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Thanks! It’s from a while back, I found it when doing a spring clean and remembered how I liked it.
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Isn’t it fun to find stuff like that? You have a nice sense of line.
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