Don’t Let the Bastards Grind You Down (nolite te bastardes carborundorum)
The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
Eyes front Don’t flinch You demanded compliance Yet, you were met with my quiet defiance Not a word spoken — I always remained silent For fear of what might transpire Quiet still but even then—Your fists lit me on fire Move faster Don’t second guess Your commanding presence Today — you are nothing — evanescence Ssh, be quiet Don’t rock the boat He will not hesitate to grab you by the throat Tell me again they did their best Tell me again they were just putting me to the test Hear me now when I say You don’t want to know what happened to me every day
You Lil Dickens 
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