Don't blame me when I
cut off the line
and scrunch my face at you
when you disagree,
if my car touches yours
slightly so that the
friction causes shards
to break free,
when I am in too much
of a hurry to turn around
and say I'm sorry.
Don't blame me when
I snatch the pen from your
hand, or cut you off while
speaking because I think
I can do it better than you.
Don't blame me for my behavior,
my involuntary disobedience, the
hereditary disease which spots
my soul
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Comments2
The dispute of heredity or learning takes a stand in this poem. Well written
Abdullah, I appreciated how this avoids pretending the speaker is innocent or misunderstood. There’s real self-awareness here…an acknowledgment of harmful behavior without polishing it into something noble. That honesty makes the piece land much harder. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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