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

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