In response to the Tuesday Prompt Challenge at the GoDogGO cafe
The calm and serenity of my demeanor
is a facade for those hunger laced eyes
who like scavengers are circling me
poking me to get a rise out of me.
Their indifference towards me
Their sharp razor words are slicing and shredding me
Indolent words laced with blatant ignorance
that not all hearts are sliced the same way.
Our hunger speaks in different ways and languages
not known to everyone. Not aware of this, they keep poking
& my anger rises like a steaming kettle till I scream
like a whistling pot failing to keep my thunder within.