by Motavenda Melchizedek
Dirty Little Thief
I can’t tell you how angry you make me
You who try to steal my power
You in your pompous insecurity
Holding yourself
with such audacity
above me.
You are not above me you stealer of power
who considers himself so high.
High and mighty thief
My power you will have none of.
You leave me feeling dirty.
When it is you who is dirty.
You dirty little high and mighty thief.
Why don’t you go and steal your own power
back from who ever took it from you
and left you pompously insecure
always stealing
always looking to
steal
my power
you dirty little thief.
I caught you.
