I saw your name
In my email box
My heart felt fear
And my stomach rose
About to come out of my body
My head spun
Inside I cried
“No, no”
A migraine sets in
You are as cold as ice
To a blind person
From your ivory tower
You dish out your “benevolence”
I wither
A crumbling wreck
Somehow you make me feel dirty
From your position of power
You, the priest
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