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Radical Self Acceptance    You are of my kind,  Uniquely divine,  A different breed of beautiful unlike anyone I have ever seen Clothed in angel energy; Beam and radiate fully now
  No stain no smudge no worldly wrong Can silence the sound of childrens song No Power of money nor chains of might
You are the reason that I am broken Thank you. For had you not broken my heart I wouldn’t have seen myself reflected in the shattered pieces  
I am a poet. My pen is my sword The ancestors and God fuel my every word Flowing out of this trident is ink from the depths of the ocean
Night skies so dark
Oh sweet divinity,
Every day is a gift Wrapped in a present sent from the divine Decorated in ribbon exhibiting the power of his creation Strong enough to demolish all human strife
Our words are like weapons and we're at war, longing to hear the trumpet roar. It's ways rage against us, we can't ignore, but will tolerate the things of this world. We will not embrace the things of this world.
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