I’m proud of myself.
I hardly use this phrase and
Many more like, I love me or
I’m beautiful.

I’ve always thought I’m not it yet
Like, my little wins shouldn’t be loud
Because it’s just a little win.
I never go all out for myself
Not to celebrate or even treat myself.

But look how Fr I’ve come, I’m actually
Loving myself without feeling guilt
That I should be loving others
I can finally look and myself in the
Mirror and say that I’m beautiful.

These traumas couldn’t hold
me back no more.
I thank God for words
And the gift of man.
I really am proud of myself

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If you really listen
You’d see
How many starving souls
There are, in and out.
Starving so severely
That if you actually look
You’d see their souls begging.

Begging for love
Begging for trust
Begging for company
Begging for a second chance
Begging for a true laugh
Begging for a hug

All hidden in jokes
Hidden in belittling
Hidden in arrogance
Hidden in intimidation

Here’s the unfair trade
Quite a number is starving
But just a few is listening
The Imbalance obligation
to sustain, Makes a listener weary
and eventually hysterical.

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Love is all that we need
If it isn’t enough
Then it is not love

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Love is all that we need
If it is not enough, then it is not love!

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That I’m no photo copy
That my thoughts are unique
That I’m not lost in the chaos
That my eyes scare those who aren’t for me
That I’m passionate
That I can still feel
That I know love and I love it
That I’m deeply connected to God through humanity
That my ways are my prayers
That I uplift souls on a daily
That I use things not humans
That I can still smile
That I define my success
That I don’t cringe for luxury
That i have no eyes for others property
That I have a voice
That I talk and listen to myself
That I tell myself the truth even in hurt
That even in death I’d speak my mind!
That all of these is me
And that I am here

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You are just like a dream
Shiny, and promising
Puts smile on faces
Not far away from me,
But I just can’t have you

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You don’t know pain
until you beg for love
It’s exhausting
It would quench your spark
It would drain you
Your self esteem will be gone
You will be sick to the stomach
You’d stop dressing good
You will loose your personality
You’d literally be a shadow.
Praying for you all 🙏

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Why do i love the gift of nature/ why do i dwell and emphasize on it so much? Because it over flows, it is everlasting, and it is free. Everyone is worthy of it, the blind, the crippled, the king, the servant, the judges and the thieves, the rich and the poor have equal access to it!
People who love luxury so much, love it’s because of its scarcity, the fact that the poor cannot have it. and that’s why i tell you all that the illusion called luxury created selfishness and hatred.

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Siblings love
With every fight, and every fall,
Their love for each other stands tall.
A lifelong friendship, pure and true,
A bond so strong, a love so true,
Through laughter and tears,
they stand as one,
Together forever.

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I talked
As soon as I feel it
You never had to wonder
You never to to guess.
Because I talked.
I may be all imperfect Confused
complicated, a little rude and hash,
But one thing I never was
Was QUITE

I was too loud, too loud
That everyone thought me
Psycho, complainant,
attention seeking.
They listened enough to hear me
But you whom I sought after
Looked out the window all day
The only reason you didn’t hear
Was you weren’t listening.

Poets would use “birds” and “cry”
Instead of “I” and “talked”
I used it cause you will not listen
To this anyways.

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