Black Belt


I am such an empath
I make strangers laugh and cry
Walking down the street together
In the short blink of an eye

I could so destroy you
With one rightly chosen word
None I’ve ever spoken
Nor ever will be heard

You wonder why I won’t involve
Myself your petty squabbles in
There’s not a chance that I might lose
And neither one wants me to win

Among us, poets are not paid. The poet/editor of this website, being physically disabled, lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Become a patron of the fine arts at:

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