micro,
invisible,
like a speck of dust,
but when accumulated,
we created a riot,
that caused a commotion,
enough to spark,
some significance,
in the vast universe,
at least someone knew our names,
that we don't play games,
neither did we fool around,
that we were never just,
some kids on the summer street,
we were just hiding,
like kids in the dark,
for we were too afraid,
of the future that awaits,
destinies were affiliated to a superior,
therefore we just succumb to the pressure,
of belittling ourselves,
and be a part of everyone else.
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i'm trying out a different genre of poetry so let me know what you think of it? thanks for reading as always :))
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