Creed/ Gold



I write in an ink

Encapsulated in plastic

foreign to the usual mold.

Shaped by a known, yet 

Overlooked manufacturer.


I remember only certain

Aspects of life matter.

I remember physical objects

Are not to control

The one who wields it 

But only the other way around.


I remember intimidation

By an agrigate nor group

Shall not rein upon anyone

And influence actions and

Intentions of their own.

Positive or negative

Of outcome.





I write this article of poetry

And review as it's written 

On a sheet of paper

Overdue for a change of notebook.


Realizing an apifany 

Describing that monetary value

Still has no weight 

When put on a scale

Compared to memories

Of glee, not gold.

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


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