Poems from Komaza27
I weep for my generation
From the darkness they emerged
High hopes and joyful sighs
As we listen to their first cries
Envisioning the...
The problem with actually being yourself
Is that you restrict who you are on behalf of someone else
So how can I express myself?
I mean...
You no longer have proprietorship
You have strayed from your body being a temple
And chose to lease it out for rent
Used at society’s...