When we a write something with love or sadness or anger, any other emotion we feel, what we capture is a beautiful arrangement of words made up to rhyme and reflects the writers ardour, is a poem.
Fineness and depth within ones heart
At times fail t...
My honor was once,no where to be seen. Respect demolished to core, And identity shamed to hide. I was the odd one out, And it was eating me inside.
But waking up from the ground, I wiped away the dirt. Gathered back myself, Built up what was smeared. There were more like me, I found out that day. The price of pride, They were willing to pay.
We marched for parity, Revel in equality. Rainbows without the season, Valour as our weapon.
Empathy with each of ours hearts, And just love to share. We didn't build a wall for ardor. But yet they didn't care. Discriminate us, Differentiate us, Even make up an excuse. But we behold the lable to ourselves, We're proud enough to choose.
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