Spirit has me, it is with me, follows me around
Tells me where to go and picks me off the ground
I have been found and I have found the power
I have found the scent of the inexplicable flower
I have gathered my collection of old dusty waste
I give them to you Spirit to feel, sample and taste
My spirit is free and it is lovely to be
A magical me in a life of glee
Sorrow and and sadness can lead to misery
I call upon Spirit, my friend, it has no enemy
Spirit taught me to love and to see how things truly are
To choose wisely and share, to be here yet afar
My mind is connected above and there I remain
Be at peace with with the moon, beginning to wane
The new moon is my birthday, my life begins now
I follow Spirit to the ether, I was lost and now found
About the Creator
Blossom
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devora6 days ago in Fiction
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