I saw their faces

after they dismembered my stasis.

The cheers and attacks

made me fear potential chases.

I continued my silence

as I do throughout crisis

and struggled to identify

the logistics of defiance.

The anger stays within

though my patience wears thin

and exacting revenge -

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Their arrogance is haunting,

sadistic and daunting.

I dread showing off,

to feel their eyes wanting.

I am told I am rude,

bitchy; in a mood

for feeling the tip of a blade everyday

You don't know the strength of my attitude.