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  Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
Who am I? Now just try
Every war has an enemy. A war for respect, territory, blood. You grow up learning what colors to wear, What gang signs to throw up, what corners to sell on. Say the wrong word, you get popped.
What I would change In this world with many things Is the attitude towards women When they wear shorter things Because I shouldn’t be judged Or followed down a street For wearing a dress
i wonder if we will ever realize we look an awful lot like ants working so hard to move over a crumb proudly building our beds but the storm can wash it away any minute panicking over a dew drop
There I was, yet there I wasn'tFor they neither saw me or knew where I hidThe shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captiveI feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I didAlas, they still call me
  My way of life And your way of life Are two different ways of living. Where my dreams are reality And yours are solely nonfiction, Imagination forms a line That borders this idea  
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