The Weapon of Words
Whittle my words to a point
I never made
Then brandish it to the world
Villainizing what was supposed to set me free
Slice through my frail defense
Till purple oxygenizes to red
Truth meets air
And can’t withstand
I crumble under your gaze
As you cry self-defense
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Poem by Nicole Asherah. Nicole Asherah is an artist who tries to connect people to intimate moments, feelings, and relationships experienced throughout life through her poetry, paintings, and photography.
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