Except

I’m a Christian, he wrote,

except

I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy.

Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci, I said,

except

I can’t draw.

I’m Renee Fleming

except

I can’t sing.

I’m a feminist

except

Poor women are ugly, right?

I forgive my enemy,

except

Uncle Simon

and what he did to me.

I will give my cloak to the man who asks

except

Not the nice one from Peru.

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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