Truth's hurt
Papa launches a missile at our dinner, after I refuse to cower
His feckless, hissing words, pleading God! for power
Mama's face - seething grows, breathing tough from behind long-lost boos
She wilts like a flower
My truth hurts you, because embedding is sour
Kambili, words struggle this hour
Your hurt's true too
What more could bravado do
Let's sit and join, merrily devour
'd by the Wrath
Yet this path is no truth
to Power
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