slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Conch
I am layered in layers of laminated laden love, limply lingering beneath the landlocked clouds above. Peeling them back has proven to be painlessly painful,
but i see rays of light
your flowery words barely cover the stench of the wrongs you can't humble yourself to make right. regurgitated platitudes
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I Am More Beautiful Than My Bullies
They beat me to the ground because I didn't look like them, They destroyed my home because I didn't want to be them, They stole my childhood because I didn't learn or behave like them,
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