Feeling safe outside is what I wish to be
There might be some yangs walking around
Fact is they're too rare to find
But when you find one,
You'll feel like the luckiest human alive.
Feeling safe outside is what I wish to be
The dream of arriving home safe
and warming up the food your loved ones left behind.
The dream. Feeling safe.
These things can't exist at the same time.
And people have made the decision
Of keeping the dream alive
And erase the emotion.
Is it too much to ask for?
Can't I feel good in my jeans for once?
In the pretty red dress I'm always wearing
Too scared to show who I am
So stop the hand,
Understand?
Written on march 3rd of 2021 by Carolina B.
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~my poems~
PoetryPoems I write that mean the world to me:) I am trying my best to put my thoughts into pages of words for you to read. 🤟🏻love you
