Prejudice, I'm I A Fool?

By Shadrach S Victor

The pride of life
The lust of the eyes
A filthy story
It all makes no sense

When I thought I knew it all
About the smiles and
Lovely talks we had
It all makes no sense

I said to myself
“When she keeps quiet’
She lets me speak in domination.”
Thinking I have it all

Only to find out,
She only lets me speak myself
Because then she sees the monster
that I am.

I wish I knew
But no, I lived a lie
Now I know that deep in her is the mockery.
Now it makes sense

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