She was an isolated mystery
That couldnt be figured out
Her identity was her enemy
Her confidence wouldnt sprout
She was slowly losing hope
She was slowly losing power
All her mind thought of was "nope"
She was a wilting flower
She isnt with us anymore
Because of those, theres plenty
Since no one tried to help
The girl who lost her identity
-Shaimah Eltasse
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Slay The Poet
PoetryPoetry poetry It's seriously the only way I can express my feelings So this book I guess is gonna be all poems I don't really know how it's gonna work but I will try So enjoy
