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Daughter of the Universe

I stand here in tears, But unashamed, Never unloved. Moved, Broken, But the pieces begin to gain strength. I’ll let this dream Lead me on, To the ends of the earth. After all, I’m I still not the daughter of the universe? Still belong to the one who made the universe? Never will I be ashamed of my sex, Born a fighter, And I will be thither Continue reading Daughter of the Universe

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I Want to be a Drop of Water

I want to be a drop of water, Resilient, Strong, Gliding in the Turbulence, Moving in the wave, Gaining speed as I head into the ocean. I want to be a drop of water, Free to float around, Then take a dive Into still, deep waters, Free to move to the bottom of the ocean And admire stunning creation. I want to be a drop of water When the sun is too much, I rise, Meet the clouds, Cool off, Yea a free fall to the earth. An experience so heavenly. I may fall into a turbulent river, Or on … Continue reading I Want to be a Drop of Water

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Desolate Denial

He glares into the night sky A dark illusion it heavily holds The glaring stars pierce his eyes They’ve seen the days of his old He lies under the night sky cloak Hoping it can hide the ghostly chills He has a big heart, devoid of love Behold the moon how minute he is A man with hope but no purpose A distraught ship caught in the tide A dark spell cast on a summer flower A life filled with scars, he can no more hide The final hour darkness will engulf The sacrifice today will define the future He’ll … Continue reading Desolate Denial

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Frosty Beat

They stare, glare and gaze intricately Though they don’t quite see a thing They say my life is a steady incline That cloud nines are my pillow cases I don’t blame them though I’m good in playing hide and seek I hide the cold misery filled evenings The asphyxiations, drowning in dollars The chilly jitters of a yellow, a cower The dark cloud hovering over my head Raining showers of chronic mistrust The inferiority complex guised as false power The sting of intellect in a swarm of fools The wind of hope always going of course The will of a … Continue reading Frosty Beat

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