I am a complete hater
In every sense
When I see holding hands
Or clenching fists
that find and show a reason of use
I cannot
My pen can prove its point
but won’t give the world
Its verification
Unless they see or
begin to comprehend
my illegible chicken scratch
and if I grip and lift my pen
It becomes no mic
unamplified
and fails in comparison
So still I hate
Those hands that hold
More than my pen
can seem to make
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