Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


yeah, you hold the damn gun
but i’m the one strong enough
to bite the bullets
i grip the truth between my teeth and spit
while you choose to run your mouth,
letting your lips do the walking, yet –
when i cross that finish line first, i bet
you’ll chalk it up as a fluke and have a fit
because it would just be so damn tough
to realize perhaps your entitlement and ego
will never be enough

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