I feel as though my hands are tied
yet still my eyes are open wide
clouded thinknig, my thoughts confused
betrayed, berated, then excused
I pay the price for spoken sins
while standing outside looking in
penalized and heaped in shame
unable to defend my name
writing thoughts best left unspoken
painting pictures deemed provoking
how can I not but speak my mind
although some find the truth unkind
an ounce of truth can set you free
from those who call it blasphemy...
Michael H. Bodor
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