(n) The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life.
She is like that pile of garbage on the side of street,
People despise her because of her filthy character;
here I've stood by her, alone her admirer,
Cogitating "Does she really deserve the scorn of society?
Doesn't anyone's ever imagined her seraphic beauty when she was unsullied?"
That ominous day when the tyrant of her heart left her smudged with his lust,
how hapless she was, people came, not to mend but to exploit her damnation.
She is like that pile of garbage on the side of street
This dirt is not innate, this is what people made and now scorn at their own creation. But I afraid not to stand alone,
For ameliorating her cursed soul; I regret not when people laugh
And see me as a scavenger and scorn; I know someday I'll succeed,
and with the confetti of reverence she will again be adorned.
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lutalica [2018]
PoetryLutalica, (n) the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories. Only word that perfectly defines me. Here, I am presenting a tapestry of poetry that I embroidered with the thread of metaphor.
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