March 9, 2017
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I am blame.
I wonder how many people today I’ll accuse?
They’ll yell.  They’ll scream.  They will abuse.
I hear their feet stomping as they run from a crowd.   I hear their cries: splitting and loud.
I see fingers pointed at the young and the old.  I see people shaking, but not from the cold. 
I want Resentment to spread now -  as sorrow and shame are  flooding  their heads now.
I am Blame.
I pretend I am doing nothing wrong.
I grin as the fighting  goes  on and on.
I feel satisfied when I see the guilt and the fear
As victims on the edge burst into tears.
I touch people’s lives in the very worst way.   I do this with pleasure:  every day.
I worry the blamers will see how foolish they are – as this situation  goes -   too  far . 
I’ll cry if people find out the truth.  They’ll accuse every soul:  even the youth.
I am Blame.
I understand the sadness, and the despair.
Truth is, I really don’t care.
I say that I’m  “ just doing  what’s right.”
All I’m doing is causing fights.
I dream of the guilt the people will feel
As their actions become more outrageous, and unreal.
I persuade more and more people that they are at fault: as one by one, they begin to Assault.
I hope they never realize I am the enemy;
That for these kinds of wounds there is truly no remedy.
I am Blame.

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EvalynnHeather said...
Mar. 17 at 9:32 am
Great poem!! I love the powerful message behind it, however, the format can be slightly confusing at times. I don't know if it's just how it's presented on Teen Ink, but have you considered breaking it into stanzas? I think that could help it flow better. Again, beautiful piece!
MommaP. replied...
Mar. 17 at 9:50 pm
Yes- the format changed a bit when it appeared here... We'll work on getting submissions to reflect original .. spacing of lines
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