raised by a father who made him fearful
he rouse in the morning wondering
which version of himself he will be
(don't be afraid, lille venn,
of violence)
to rehearse and perform
the tedium of this ass-numbingly dull dance
to see and still remain blind
to be the person no one is rooting for
& every thought is new
so now, you understand suffering?
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