•Unnamed Poem•
I have so many things to be angry about
Another reason not to be happy
Like now as a woman, we don't have
A choice to our own bodies
Or how black people are
Still getting horribly killed
By white murderers
The way I'm gonna feel
Felt out by my family when
I go to college
Or the fact that, me and
My favorite person don't talk as much
But I chose to smile
Smile about the fact that
I'm over ground
And breathing
I have a support system
That loves me and all of me
God is good to me
And he is good all the time
Having something to be happy about
Keeps me going
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Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
