in this mixed up world with different variations of people we only have 1 life to live and we cannot live this life being sexist, racist, and ignorant we must become who we really are and if i stand here waiting for the waves to hit the shore or waiting for the sun to set who am i to say what other people must do, but then again where do i, myself belong in this mixed up world where the demons take over innocent minds.
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The mind of an undecided Raven
PoetryIt flew away to escape, it kept her hidden in the drapes Where only sadness can awake From the deepest part of her mind.
