Kindness--like the stars when they greet the sky,
Like the moon that shines when the sun is shy
Like Pluto, the planets ring to ensure he isn't left out
because science has deemed some ground unimportant
Much like society has deemed us dependent,
They own us in ignorance
because we are far from their galactic instrument
For kindness is the greatest gift a stranger may give
and we hammer and nail our own narrative
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
