YOU CAN STICK YOU PITY...

Don’t you come to me
With dutiful smiles,
Or words of cheap
Sentiment
Tumbling from
Your mouth.

Do you think
I’d take your pity?
Have you
Some notion
I’d drink that
Putrid potion
So you could
Extricate yourself
With grace?

Forget that!
Be a man!
Stand as tall
As you can,
Look me
In the eye
And smile.
Be brave.
Give me passion
Of some kind:
The pure fire
Of anger,
Or despite.

Hate me, rather,
But don’t you throw
The poison spittle
Of your charity
In my face.
Don’t you dare.

I don’t deserve
That disgrace,
So you can
Fuck off
With your
"Ag, shame..."

Manuela Cardiga