The Poems of Learning and Knowing

To Be Not

This one is dedicated to all who accept that they not perfect. This is for all those who accept imperfections and suddenly are perfect in their own ways. As to know what is right is to knnow what to do. And to know right is to know perfection yet imperfect just then, too. That is life. And, so is you.

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To Be Not

I hold my breath

My only armor, my stealth

My legs made for speed

But that darkness ahead

My legs can not see

But my eyes would

Yet that black made for thee

And suddenly, I am unable

 

 

- Dazia Joelle

 

 

~ I do not pretend. And so do you Gimelle. I see you. And your palm wet with pain and deception.