Let Them

Let the world

tear at me

from every side.

Let them burn me

in effigy.

Let them

hate me.

I am used to it.

Could it be

any other

way?

 

Silence,

I understand.

Taunting,

accusations,

and thinly veiled contempt,

I accept

as my usual

fare.

 

So let them.

Let them push,

and tear,

and burn,

and scowl.

I will still

be.

There is nothing

they can do

about

that.

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