Grit
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Springs under pressure:
pushed deep,
they rise up the highest.
But only if they keep on
pushing straight back.
It was told that a leader of many
Would not see the morning moon.
That the giver of plenty,
Would die too soon.
Today, he decides to live alongside The Light’s curse.
1. Toss aside your signs and pick up your gait2. The line is long for those pleading for gain3. Yet grit can’t be defeated by mere hate
Here is a villanelle structured poem in iambic pentameter that offers a word of advice to the BLM movement...
Beauty.
Is that one word
really big enough?
It describes so much…
The pain she feels
when she looks in the mirror.
Sad, because she can’t
compare to the Barbie
