I DO NOT ACCUSTOMED GROW
How familiar I am with the backhanded compliment
The pitying smile yet I do not accustomed grow
Toward who or what would bring me woe
But set my face toward starry light
And guide my path the way of right
And deaf as snow I will become
To those who rob my Kingdom Come.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2024
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