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Murderer,
they said
in hush tones.
Scared
to allow
voices to carry.

They labelled me
a murderer.

My choice
misread.
My right
misunderstood.
My freedom
misrepresented.
All
stolen from me.

Or,
did I freely
grant it?

They treated me
like
a murderer.
Murderer
was all I was.

What was the crime,
you ask?

I killed
his pride,
his ego,
his might.

You know
murderer that I am.