Wetting My Sole to Weigh In My Soul

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Like it doesn’t matter to the mighty rain where it falls,
people’s judgments no longer matter to me —
discordant notes that I heard while growing up — and still continue —
that hit me like shards out of nowhere or
perhaps, they were there all along about to hit me,
but I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught
that always left me exhausted.

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