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
Beautifully
No longer crying
From any guilt
Re-securing
My castle I’ve built
I was Jasmine
In this fairytale
Aladdin never owned the quilt
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