Is there really any difference
Between good and evil?
And between light and dark?
Good is . . .
Powerful
Beautiful
Passionate
Bold
Evil is . . .
Powerful
Beautiful
Passionate
Bold
We automatically think of good
As precious as gold
And we automatically think of evil
As dirty and gross as mold.
But sometimes good and evil
Can be interchangeable
Why does the world feel the need
To give everything a label.
A/N: I realize this isn't really a feminist poem, but I still like it
so.....deal with it.
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Rebel Child
PoetryPoems about feminism, the world, and basically anything that comes to my head. :)
