terrifying when you find out that the sky's the limit for everyone around you while yours is the roof in your house
you're not a pretty little bird that can soar through the clouds
nor are you a star that can brighten up the night sky
Instead you're a tiny lizard held hostage by concrete walls...
walls you call home
No one is there to save you
so you watch the world from a window of the prison you call home
observe the butterflies spread their wings and envy the bumble bees
what else can you do, oh tiny lizard you have no wings spread
that's not your fault...
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As It Was B4 But Now.
PoetryAs it was b4 but now is Tasha Cindy Kunda's second poetry collection wrapped in with a few stories. Expressing herself as she heals and grows from situations and expresses herself in the perspective of her own eyes and others. This poetry collectio...
