Stripped of comfort
Pull back the curtain
that happens to be
protecting a raw soul
from how harsh the world can be
We all can be the same
yet so varied in way
that our filters seem stronger
than our own words we say
Revealing so much
yet so little in the scheme
I begin to remember
that people can be mean
The pain is the push
to hop right back in
and forget our very own
beauty within
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world