The Bell So Swell
By Yanna

 

He you despise sees the spit in your eyes
Your birth privilege swims in your grim head
Feeling well fed cos of books that you read
Belittling and rude with said and unsaid
Watch yourself well: retune the bell so swell
I walk in the shoes that dropped in the well
A crawler, a walker, a survivor
Don’t you know Dear, only the large live here