Humiliated
I find my worries aren't so
much a disaster
Men with gorilla
faces, also small spaces
cause me to collapse
learned to be flattened
like tires crushing gravel
I'm no good at all
been at it awhile
seen you when you're tired
I am tired too
seen me close my eyes
haven't looked in yours yet
instead I look down
I've been walking
in open night air-sometimes
close myself away
collapse when you hang
a word in the air and
a hum under your breath
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