Written By Glenn McCrary & Jacqueline Webb
Their words dug into my flesh;
Like the razor sharp edge of a jack knife
A sly, sneaky woman whom I trusted
Deliberately betrayed me!
Marked me with an icy, crest
of passionate revenge.
This wolf in sheep’s clothing,
All kind words then deadly fangs
Bluntly stated that I was childlike;
She wounded my passion and my pride,
Proudly saying I could not write,
All because she knew she could wound me
Violating my sense of self safely
From the confines of her home.
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