what you are to me

you come in different means and views,

you aspire me to rise

as I read you bring me joy and other times the blues.

you open my eyes,

now I am aware of others people love, joy, sadness and other abuse 

you make see im not perfect and I can empathsize with you . 

you give me  hope just as Maya Anglou,

that give me the power to get strenghth when I was weak to stop abuses and the bruises

 you are all peoms in the world that help me feel connections without jugdment while I can be in others shoes.

 

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