Non Grata

February 21, 2020

I’ve made a veritable art form

out of ignoring others

Taken it to the highest level,

its crown made out of thorns

Turning my back and looking away,

denying their importance

A world where they do not exist

—no insult could hurt more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

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