False Prophets

a poem by Nakeysha Roberts Washington

Proclamations of nothingness

multisyllabic language

gains you the applause you’re seeking

But depth is as existent

as were the emperors new gear

Your mother should have named you fairy tale

you cover up actuality very well

for those distracted by shiny things

shying away from those who keep

silent interrogating & analyzing every

detail as a once over will reveal

your manifesto is but a poorly constructed

fallacy binding breaking due to lack of care &

over use how distasteful this facade has made

you

it must be exhausting

always pretending your illusion is truth 

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