weareone
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We are not separateyou and meit’s a game we playbut it’s not realityIn Truth we are Onewe are a UnityI am in youand you are in me...
I don’t have words
Maybe because i’m shocked beyond,
4 year cursed
With a host that “knows it all”.
Fair is fair and we know he won,
One look in a glass of observations
melts into the specificity of a face
that gives way to different people, experiences, places
collectively accumulating into this walking jumble
You're there-- sitting across from me
head bent
shoulders hunched
pen scribbling fast and intense
While you're writing, I'm thinking: "God hates me!"
for I would give anything to get away
Growing up I never saw color or hair types or differences.
I never knew that Suzy was different and not like me.
But as kids we always ran together and played together.
We would even take naps under the same tree,
