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don’t force a poem
if it is not ready
to get in the ring
get thrashed get bruised
get won get losed
don’t force words
to come out kicking and
shouting
if they’re not angry yet
starve them
deny them
don’t force letters
to come out
bloodied and hurt
kick them, let them ripen
fresh to burst
don’t force sweat and tears
on stanzas
if they’re too weak to feel
to be fucked
don’t force premature
birth
on only an idea
and don’t
scream
in a
soundproofed room
- sean d. reddan
