Monday, April 18, 2022

NaPoWriMo, Day Eighteen, Poem Eighteen


Shush
 
I'm alive.
Don't tell
anyone.

My birthday
last unsold
state secret.

Those who
try to kill
me all year

just want 
easy excuse
for cake

and card 
with list 
of names

of all who
think they're
better than me.

I'm innocent!
please keep
my name away

from wanted
flyers and 
chain letter gangs.

Not dead yet.
Why celebrate
before time?

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