Pop The Bubble
What defines isn’t always where you come from
I was writing at the age of eight and decided to bring to light what the world would make me spite.
There was lucidness all around me in all the different shades, but all I was allowed to see was what was in my cage.
There were slots within my crayon box that were yet to be filled.There were misfits all around me that challenged what was real.
To accept the love rather then hate before it was too late. To accept the boundless barriers between the love and hate.
Beyond the veil of ignorance the old beckoned to me. Within their words deliverance wisdom began to be.
In public alienation the world began to see. The many breeds that are just like me.
About the Creator
Andrew James
As a sensitive kid I wrote about what I saw around me, as well as poems and sometimes a bit of fiction. Certainly my own experiences and being empathic have made me into what is now put into "nourishing my creativity".
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