It is inhumanly to show no emotion, for feelings from the heart and mind is apart of being a human. So, when you find yourself angry, it's because something inside your head was disturbed. Another human had broke the rhythmic path of your happiness. When you find yourself sad, it's because somewhere in your bones, you feel a crack, a fracture, something that's just not supposed to be there or something that just wasn't supposed to happen. And we have to deal with it. Being a human means suffering through horrible things to find your lighted walkway. We live with these things because that's who we are. We don't think of the solutions. We just cry about the problems. That's what makes us human. A species of flawed and imperfect existence.
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Spoken Poetry
PoesíaThese are some poems of my own. They are about all different things. Some of them can be a little upsetting for younger readers.
