Darling, never sanction others
to brief you that your divergences
are the engenders of the patterns
that your life replicates.
Merely because you're the youngest,
or you're the solitary female,
you merit conflict
than those obeying the orthodox.
A public orator once apprised me
"Even a dead fish can go with the flow."
It made me perceive that
my variance makes me more vivacious.
Your dissimilarity to most
does not signify that you
are feeble or vacuous.
Though, we are treated as so.
I am unlike the population.
I accept the fact,
but I do not disregard the way
that I am viewed unlike most.
Your differentiation is seen,
and it is abused to feul others with control.
This is my advice to you:
sermonize your thoughts, and extract reign.
Maintain your fortitude,
especially when you're convinced it's bygone.
Acknowledge those above you,
and never let your elders belittle your power.
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No Wings
PoetryDedicated to Lund The sequel to "no halo." "I'm an angel, look at my face! Hell is not what I bring, I wanna help your case! I've lost my halo, and never had wings!" "No Wings" Beats (playlist): https://soundcloud.com/helllbitchonorinam/sets/nowings...