Look at you. Conformed by the man.
What has become of you?
Are you just a puppet following their plans?
Go back to your roots, child!
The shallowness grows wild.
Do not turn your back on your race.
All you need is a little faith.
Show them their wrongs.
Trust me, it won't take long.
The white man is a cheat.
Those who you thought were friends are really thieves.
Stand strong together.
If you do, you shall not wither.
All you need is a little faith.
Everything will fall into place.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Blossoming River
PoetryAn anthology of a portion of my dark, foolishly loving, or morbid thoughts. But it's not all gloom and doom either. Read at your own risk. Enjoy.
