Red lights

Waves create circles that signify the triangles above  

They finally seperate 

From the left 

From the right 

She shoots up 

Her white light 

Indeed a sign from God 

The desperate proximity from lights 

My ideas fade and realization comes

he leaves on the floor 



Stepped on 

High pitched a reused , One yellow passes by and I grasp the red 

A spiral speaking upon the sky 

Now dissolving into my nails , letting go through my chest 

An exhale 

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