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Mea Culpa

Perhaps I never
made money at this
writing thing

because I never
intended to.

Oh shit, in
this country you
never admit that

cuz some people
might step on
your beggar’s hand

as you lie
crooked on
the broken sidewalk.

Perhaps I always
did this
writing thing

because
talking hurt.

So I rip
my chest open
with frightened fingers

exposing my
crying heart
and say

mea culpa
mea culpa;

forgive me
for I am human.