you judged

a book by its Cover not by its Edge.

Were we meant for nothing special but brute

Reality? When everything costs money except
These lines. Take them for Free. Use them as gossip.
Discredit a poet, but take a Nip
Anyhow of whatever she’s written.
Far worse would it be if you Ignored
me forever. That you fight me, or Hate
me with raging desires to hurt, rape
or scar me, I am only a Sonnet.
A Sonnet can’t feel the Pain you cause, Not
one bit of it, Reader, with such High cost
as your Emotions, Impulses, Hostile
actions when with 1 Heartbeat you judged
a book by its Cover and not its Edge.