pov
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Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic
Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic
A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
Every war has an enemy.
A war for respect, territory, blood.
You grow up learning what colors to wear,
What gang signs to throw up, what corners to sell on.
Say the wrong word, you get popped.
What I would change
In this world with many things
Is the attitude towards women
When they wear shorter things
Because I shouldn’t be judged
Or followed down a street
For wearing a dress
i wonder if we will ever realize we look an awful lot like ants
working so hard to move over a crumb
proudly building our beds but the storm can wash it away any minute
panicking over a dew drop
There I was, yet there I wasn'tFor they neither saw me or knew where I hidThe shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captiveI feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I didAlas, they still call me
My way of life
And your way of life
Are two different ways of living.
Where my dreams are reality
And yours are solely nonfiction,
Imagination forms a line
That borders this idea
