A thousand small cruelties
A thousand thorns in our skin
Like arrows in a giant’s hide
Bleeding sluggish, dragging
Painful pricks
Burning
A thousand small cruelties
A thousand words over time
Breaking and beating
Stealing our breath
Slowing
Weighing
A thousand small cruelties
A thousand and one
It’s just not done
And still
And still
We rise
- Ash K. Alexander
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