All of the other

In honor of my friends and loved ones as we get to know each other, all of the other, good, and bad. Knowing that it’s all of each other that makes us who we are. And all of each other that we love.

 

If we knew all of eachother

I'm afraid you’d see the fears I hide

The pain I cover

The hate I covet

The wrath I suppress

The anger I caress

The evil within me

For to know the real me

Is to know my darkness

But to know each other

My dearest friend, all of the other

Is to know not but evil

But the love as well

The good so swell

And the light that reaches

To swallow your demons

That you hide so well

~Monsieur Stylo

  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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