As I was new you could hint at me gently, like it was a massage for me. But now a 15-pound hammer and your unlimited power all rest on me. Slowly and slowly my parts are wearing off. My once-tidy walls are now mutilated; dust and lust are now mine.

My sound grows angrily every hour you beat me up, but to you it’s as though I’m in a vacuum that my sound and tears aren’t enough. Dump me, for I can feel better among that debris material. Let me fall in that old pit where I shall be forgotten and not be treated as yours. For I can feel better among those materials than with you.

I’m at scrap value now. Churches, schools and slums can no longer demand me. Though at first my sound could make them marvel, be conscious and feel awake. Say no to GBV.

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