poetry: stubborn

They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think me chicken:They could be right. They think me token,just right for gaming.They think me ticket,not bad for ride.They think me house,a rigged roulette.They think me prize:They could be right. They think me numb,I smile so pretty.They think me fraud,a wolf, sheep-dyed.They think me cursed,I can’t keep nothin.They … Continue reading poetry: stubborn