Be
Be by Lucero
Is it possible that everything we had
just vanished like the traces of many stars?
We both made mistakes, but our life decisions
just made me want to stop our collisions.
I just know that you are not who you claim to be.
stop trying to be someone else, and just set yourself free.
Stop making everybody content
because one day everything will just ascent
into a catastrophe that you will not be able to take.
This barbarously jocular planet
will only have our presence once in a lifetime.
Make the best out of it: be thee.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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