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Hello my name is


Hello my name is Faith,

You’ve known me for years,

My gentle voice

And passionate feel;

Graciously compassionate,

Elegant like Sunday morning attire.

You were my friend,

 so I thought,

but ever since that fateful day

you act like I’m not here.

I sit at your lunch table ignored,

Like I’m a ghostly figure,

Some sort of secret note.

I am invisible to you,

A lost cause,

A silhouette of guilt.

Secret screams filter the air

And I listen to your

Flamboyant identities of me.

My name must taste sweet

 in your mouth,

like a mouthwatering treat

You can’t get enough of.

 “Faith,”

Must be your favorite word.

My name is Faith,

I am not your punching bag,

In fact,

The bullying game

Is getting old.

You don’t get to taunt me

With your ignorant diction;

I define myself;

My worth is not postmarked

By your inability

To respect my originality.

I am visible,

Like incredible hulk,

I am strong.

So continue to

Send your codes of

Illiteracy around your posse,

Even if you deem me glass,

You my dear,

Will not break me.

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