Black Tongue
written by: Munthaha
I talk, too much
Opinionated and impulsive
I love, too hard
Crazed and obsessive
But no that’s psychotic
Normal is what they want.
Conceal don’t feel, don’t let her out.
I blink a couple thousand times
while snapping my fingers for a dime.
Will it change?
Or am I supposed to breathe what you breathe.
Your black soul can taint
but my black tongue must paint.
What a world designed for the abuser.
What a facade to tell her it’ll get better.
No thank you, much obliged. But I’d rather obsess than exploit, talk than be complacent.
Munthaha
I am Munthaha, a teacher, writer and story teller. I write poems and short stories on mostly surrounding mental health, love and friendship.
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- Black Tongue - January 13, 2023
