Sat, 08/01/2020 - 17:47 -- Estufa

The stage

Where smoothly stuttering movements

Are their own brand of finesse,

Is the stage upon which I wish to waltz 

For the rest of my

Audaciously authentic,

Dazzling days.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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