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SOME inspiration of the virtual Lovers comes from the distant inner worlds brings you a shaft light of the heart angelic soul that illuminates your insight   YOU know that nothing seems impossible
Once upon a time There was no prince. Once upon a time There was no castle. Once upon a time There was no happily ever after.
From the city that thrives on violence Yearning for change No one is marked with innocence Everyone stays in their own lane Where a child's life can be cut short by the pull of a trigga
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
I was only a kid when the streets took my identity.
They call us Children of Violence so our learning skills prepare us for a war-zone Kids pick up a gun faster than a pencil only to make mistakes that are no longer erasable
Wind, rain, dirt & sunshine were the only elements that symbolizes Earth the best. And the birth of life was an addition, but who would have thought this pedigree would explode into indefinable diversity?
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