Bitch, when you come for me,
slinging fictitious accusations, 
odium and slander, 
I will not come for you,
flinging righteous recriminations,
for to wile and guile,
I will not pander.

Bitch, when you come for me,
un-shielding a hot blade of fallacies,
short truths and tall tales,
I will not come for you,
wielding absurd analyses, 
for defensive drivel,
rarely prevails. 

Bitch, when you come for me, 
impelled by your suffering, my own to repudiate,
a pain solely yours not an iota is mine,
I will come for you,
compelled only to extricate,
for peaceful relations, means
never, entwine. 

~Marcela: happy to wear what is mine,
refusing to don that, which is solely part of some one else's, 
current emotional wardrobe. 

August 08, 2020

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