Is Trump keeping all his promises? This MAGA couple doesn't think so.

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8. I have no empathy for them any longer.

I spoke in sparks,
but you called them static.
I warned of wolves
and you called them friends.
I drew you a map in blood and tears,
but you said it clashed with your décor.

You told me to let it go,
as if truth were trash to be bagged up
and hauled out of polite conversation.
As if peace meant silence.
As if ignoring poison
makes it stop being poison.

You wanted comfort.
I offered clarity.
You looked away.

So when the mask slips from their face,
and their teeth find your neck,
do not come crawling
with questions I already answered.

Do not summon me
as the town crier for your ruin.

I am not your sacrifice.
I will not play Cassandra
to your pretty delusions.

What they do to you tomorrow
is not my burden
because you chose not to hear me today.

And if you call that bitterness,
so be it.
I call it freedom.