by Motavenda Melchizedek



Dirty Little Thief


I can’t tell you how angry you make me

You who try to steal my power


You in your pompous insecurity

Holding yourself

with such audacity

above me.


You are not above me you stealer of power

who considers himself so high.


High and mighty thief

My power you will have none of.


You leave me feeling dirty.

When it is you who is dirty.


You dirty little high and mighty thief.


Why don’t you go and steal your own power

back from who ever took it from you


and left you pompously insecure

always stealing


always looking to

steal

my power


you dirty little thief.

I caught you.