It seems as if people only value their own ideals.
Not to which another would likely appeal.
But for some reason we seek to steal the pride-ship of others and forget how they feel.Words of discomfort, they fly around.
Anxiety in the chest starts to pound.
Things begin to seem so loud even though there really isn't a sound.I thrive for the day in which we can say that one way or another we will all be okay.
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Poetry of Branden Mora
PoetryPoetry written by me, Branden Mora, during my time as a student at San Joaquin Delta College. I am posting my work with the intention of receiving feedback! So please let me know what you think and/or vote on your favorite poems. I will add new p...