I am Libra.
A balance made to keeps order,
keep equality,
but add a single
stone to my right hand and I fall over.
I cannot fear this,
this what life gives me.
Large stone thrown to my right,
I add another left.
I must fight this world,
a world with false lines.
Lines like black and white,
lines like gay and stright,
lines like boy and girl,
lines like normal and other.
I am often asked
how to compare those
so different?
I say all are gray,
all differnces
are balanced here.
Human is equal
to human by the
weight of the soul.
As Libra, though I may waver,
I will balance again.
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Poetry for All
PoesíaThis is where my poetry lives. Some are great others suck. If you don't like it tell me because I need to grow.
