Vultures

This poem goes out to the vultures everywhere

Vultures
You circle the skies
And walk the earth
Relentless in your quest
To quench your thirst with my blood
Although you normally pray on the weak
Feasting on decaying fleshes
And morally wounded souls
You aimed
Ambitiously
When you marked
Your hazy vision
On me
Forgetting
I am the rose
That sprang from concrete
The child that survived famine
The woman who overcame incest
And I would be damned
If your hatred
Is what I allow to consume me?

IT’S AMAZING WHAT CONFIDENCE AND SELF LOVE CAN DO FOR A PERSON’S SOUL!

Hayat Magan
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