Humans are complex creatures.
I observe from my womb,
Their eyes show
Expressive of emotions
The way their faces scrunch up
Into dysfunction.
I never understand human beings,
They make wrong choices and paths
Like walking on upward position knives, still hoping to be understood,
Yet not ridicule.
Maybe I'm getting more demanding,
Used to the double edge knife swords pointed
To me, all my life.
They are fragile and valuable creatures.
Who spews nothing but hate negativity,
And yet positivity.
We have the power to believe in ourselves,
Yet, they support one another but backstab as
The heart pounding out on a silver platter,
They look heartbroken,
Eyes gauge out.
We are so cruel,
How will god forever forgive our sins now?
When there's already hell on earth?
Overall, My species is complex,
Our minds are world of their own
So as our bodies.
Our cultures show our embrace of life,
And living and scrambling like
Tiny ants for colonies,
Every empire falls and begins. Yet
We are at our finish.
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Poetry: America's Fall
PoetryThe start of starting Poetry: America's Fall is to spread awareness about project 2025 and Trumps new laws. It is important all American citizens still fight for freedom and rights. We should never stop talking about this situation and continue figh...
