You judge by all things I haven't achieved,
All the plans I have dreamed,
Yet scared to be accomplished.
You judge the person I am,
Because I don't fit the description of fam,
Who say who they are and become them.
I swear I try,
For my dreams I cry,
Run till my body goes dry.
I swear I believe dreams come true,
Even when you question your Dieu,
Even when you don't have a dream, too.
So, stop judging me please,
I wasn't born to you appease,
I was made to be paid in greens.
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Only Poetry
PoesíaIf you're looking for some poetry, you've come to the right place...or book. This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some poems talk about bullying, suicide, abuse, etc. so be aware. I hope you enjoy what I write.
