Now, my Mama once told me,
‘World ain’t fair, kid….’
“Etched out of Silhouettes,
Nyx is my mocked kin;
Cease to define
My blemishes so befittingly,
O’ glaring Sunlight.
Carved out of Nightmares,
My face remains an atrocity
In somebody’s Nirvana;
Wash away
The layers of my miseries,
O’ wasted Tears.
Tempests of apologies
Yet my skin burns every retina with dread;
Whilst melanin confines me,
Why do you defy me,
O’ Reflection mine?
One, Two, Three,
Shadows veil my being.
Conceal, don’t be seen;
Am I a living blasphemy?
Now, my Mama once told me,
“World ain’t fair, kid.”
No ma, It isn’t
‘Cause I still exist.”
Room #625
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Wonderful!!!💜💜✨
You have a goood vocabulary!💯
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Hahaa thanks.
😆 😊
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Love it!
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Thanks.
😊
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This was marvelous. You expressed your struggles well, and with such eloquence. Well done.
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So glad to hear that.
Thank you so much. ❤
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Its beautiful..
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Great poem!
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Thanks. 🙂
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Beautiful poem! Especially loved the ending…well conveyed..
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Thank you. 🙂
Your appreciation is appreciated. 😉 ❤
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These are so awesome
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Thank you so much. 😊
Glad to have you back after so many days. 🙂
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Yay, you’re welcome!
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You gave me something to think about that I haven’t thought of for a long time. Noyce writing. 😀
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Thanks, mate. 🙂
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