Precarious self
They made templates to shape and slay
Me can't fit, cause I am not clay
Snags and troubles to fit in their world just to-
Eulogize by them, along the scars on our hands
The hardest part is to accept ourself as who I am
Watching others controlling nd seizing our lands.
Your Royal Poetess
Sun 28th Feb 2021 22:07
Beautiful ?