I am not God
But I am something solid.
Why is it you spew hate
And intolerance for something
Utterly intangible?
Yet you find it difficult, nay,
Impossible to believe in one another.
Perhaps it just takes just one
To realize humanity created the wretch: hate.
For within a person there is love
If only you acknowledge it.
I am not God
But I am something solid
So are you.
(20 December 2014)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoetryThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
