monetary assessments of a rainbow –
bucketful of pain.
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when the light refuses to let go
of its luminescence, not wanting
a part of darkness that sustains
the junkie down the street
the rich kid living in Roman splendor –
bee hive being robbed of its honey.
And then there were days
where I sought Sorrow because they
told me otherwise “You won’t understand.”
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In search of acceptance
loyalty and forgiveness
are we forgetting the essence
The meaning of self-worth.
Where we don’t define Identity
through Insta popularity
Your perspective is not mine.
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