I'm dizzy
I'm not gold
But red green gold and silver
Swirl together to make the brightness of a fire that's all consuming in my fever-ridden mind.
Humanity humanity humanity
We are built on the silent whispers of our stifled ancestors
And on the silent whispers of our stifled siblings
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Finding the World
PoetryA short collection of poems that I wrote about my life, the world, and my hopes and dreams. A lot of it is very surreal. I talk a lot about finding my way and beginning to become a better person. I talk about the things that give me grief, the thing...
