extraordinary
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I am a lotus, once grown in the dirty, filthy mud
A flower that resonates with the sun and the northern mountains filled with flood
I am a buffalo who is big, stubborn, dark-skinned, and slow
Silk veils surround the Earth
Veils not of protection
Rather veils of danger
Veils of destruction
Veils of insecurity
Ripping through the souls of
I am a deep thinker
Of the living
Of the dead
Of the happening
Of the unseen
Of the omnipresence
Of the reasons
Of beings that be, become, and then no longer
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections. Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
Rape.
It led to my silence.
For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me.
Fear.
I was scared.
My hairs a mess
I don't even distress of how I dress
my leggings are all worn
people are going to know it's all torn
Through this tiny journey,
A game as some may call it,
We fall over cracks,
Trip over mistakes,
Fail while achieving,
And make faults within perfection,
But it is just the nature of mankind.
