I was going to do a recipe today but I’ve never poached an egg before and I messed up so here’s a poem:
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The Shield
By Ivy
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No need to point your finger at me
Just because I’m all you see.
Do not mistake my fury for hurt.
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Yes, a broken shard can cut,
But just because I made you bleed
Do not think I am broken.
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I’m not the victim you want to blame.
I’m not trying to put you to shame.
Because she was one way, don’t think I’m the same.
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Every blow you throw, I meet.
You hurt only yourself; I am a shield.
Wise up. Look at yourself.
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Your mistakes will be short-lived
If only you stop repeating them.
Precarious Writer 