A LITTLE HUGE
I may not be tall
I may not be great
But I'm coming for the crown
I'm coming for what is mine
For what I believe
For what I want
Don't try to stop me, you might get bruised
And it's not like I care, I'm just coming for my target
It's not a shiny thing
It's not gold
It's not diamonds
I don't know what it is yet, but I know it exists
And I know it belongs to me
I'm coming for my crown
Don't try to stop me.
YOU ARE READING
Amnesic Flesh - a poetry book
PoetryI present to you a book with poems that are words flowing in my heart and in my mind, desperately trying to be heard.
