the eyes through which i have seen this world, will see this world, see this world today, have been clouded by my life. i cannot separate myself from my ideas, or they are no longer mine. you need a megaphone, my mother told me. so, this is my shouting into the void and praying someone is listening. if you aren't listening now, one day you will know my name and how to say it. not because i told you, not because you made a mistake, but because i have earned your respect and earned your ears.
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what i would've gave
Poetry#17 in poetry! part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died. part 2 - som...
