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The despair I feel is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. My words don’t speak. My senses blur into one clogged foggy sense of misunderstanding and judgement. My country has turned a blind eye to me and the existence of my people, the human mind. I fail to recognize reason but still see the ignorance, innocent … Continue reading (No Title)

Ode to Poetry

             A word                         Written                         Resonating                         Ambidextrous To feel another breath comfortably conform                         my lungs to take new shape a reborn sentient common-man zips up the suit of my              skin as I happily trade him my whole for a quarter of … Continue reading Ode to Poetry