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Your words are like daggers
dug from very deep
sharp and very thorough
¡me duele mucho! esta bien. 


You laugh at my comic tragedies
and prick these scars you pick
spray-on shame 'pon lives from where
my golden heart I gained.

You face my eyes with mirrors
revealing who I am
I stand deceived encountering
loss in self reliance

You shoot your arrowed letters
furious against the wind
deliver shame to who I am
shame in every pain

-K-

What would you choose, pride or prejudice?