"The world is my oyster."
The phrase implies
That you are a pearl.
Only shimmering and beautiful
From the death of another.
Prying open the jaws of your maker
People harvest you
To sit at the throat of the rich
And sparkle under fluorescent lights,
To leave behind the cold dead
Jaws of your home,
To fulfill the selfish
Dream of shimmering spotlight.
Would you leave the world to die
Simply because you are a pearl?
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Poetry
PoetryI'm going to dump all of my terrible poetry here for all the world to see. Just a warning, it can be pretty dark.
