i was born with power rushing through my veins,
steel confidence infused in my blood,
a battle cry for a heartbeat pressing against the insides of my ribcage,
and only fluent in the language of inspiration and eleutheromania
my fingertips spark with the urge to take back my freedom
my scarlet lips graze rebellions neck like a secret lover
i was made to lead this revolution
i was made to win this revolt
3/8/18
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a happy kind of blue
Poetryit's a good kind of madness. a happy kind of blue ~~~ {lowercase intended} ~~~ ~cover by birdiehere~ ~highest ranked at #46 in poetry 5/17/18~
