' decolonizing your mind
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They say, you can't live without it,
You can not see it,
You can feel it,
It is in the rising of the sun,
It is in the painting os the sky with stars,
It is in you, it is in me,
Too much on the mind but not enough to say
There's something magical about writing
And coughing on the foam of a latte
Too much to say but not enough to see
Listening to the people singing
THE EYES SEES A LOT
BUT THE HEART IS SO BLIND
HOW WILL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU OWN
WHEN YOU CANNOT SURVIVE BY YOUR OWN BREATH ALONE
Dear society,
There is hair sown to my arms and legs
but you have given me razors for that.
Imperfections dug on my face
and none of your creams and pills work.
A tunnel in between my front teeth…
