similar to a flower trying to bloom,
my confidence is like it, but not so soon,
no matter the high expectations,
no matter my fustrations.
clear as day and dark as night,
my life is slowly crumbling.
and hard to recite,
for the words that i am stumbling.
if hope was similar to faith,
why do we let others judge our interfaith.
similar to a peacocks wings as they flutter,
why cant we all go up under.
written by AfrikanGoddess
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