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Get The Fuck Out of Her Life With That Shit
A free-verse poem written after Miley Cyrus’ song Muddy Feet
He came around on his muddy feet,
with a hazardous sign splayed
across his forehead
and a tag around his neck that read-
‘Bad for mental health’.
The God who created her
suddenly rendered
her crystal-clear eyes blind, oh so blind.
Now she wants to burn his heaped shirts
or just burn him, but she
wouldn’t do either.
Her pen is her armour,
her words, her heritage.
She now practices self-preservation
through the tasteful art of revenge.
She moves through life with the tiniest
sliver of hope, like a crescent moon,
that someday she’d wipe his
muddy footprints from her life.
But right now, she knows how to
protect herself from so much,
but not him.
Not at all.
©Kavya Janani. U
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