I cannot understand your ways,
your plays.
Always trying to stain my glitter
by being bitter.
You care more about a video game,
What a shame
Does your heart jump when hearing my name?
Please, do not look at me with disgust,
I know you wish I was just dust.
Your plays make you bitter and it’s such a shame.
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Diani Alvarenga
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We are all guests in our own home
••• A guess in my own home ••• growing up, i was always told my body was a temple, so pure and to be kept cleaned. so i cleaned. so we clean the house we were forced to be born in. the house i was forced to love, i was forced to keep alive. the house i felt so alien in, i could never call my body a home.
By Kiesha’s Diary7 days ago in Poets
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Very poignant
Nicely done
It a very sad poem that calls for true love , attention and satisfaction. 😔
I did a quick search of the form, and I am quite impressed by this one. Thank you for the introduction!