I’m a poet

Spoken & I wrote it

Voice how I feel

In words

Physically don’t show it

The wall of shame

I see beauty in

Others paint it

Double coat it

Naive I use to be

Naive in love happily

Grounded in my core

They tried to softly

Make me weak

Naive to my Spiritual power

Justice Arkana


No longer crying

From any guilt


My castle I’ve built

I was Jasmine

In this fairytale

Aladdin never owned the quilt

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