Taking Charge

 (2009)

 

Doubt, I do not trust you.
I wish for to lick the belly of the tigress.

Fear, you startle me sometimes.
I am glad to touch my chin on clouds.

Anger, oh how you make me so mad sometimes.
Surely, goodness and mercy shall investigate.

Sadness, I am generally unhappy with you.
I have learned to sing the cicada’s song.

So there, and I am glad I said those things.

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