Angels May Not Exist

Angels and Demons are so over used.

People say you're one or the other,

People say you dress or seem like one or the other.

My years through hisghschool taught me,

Neither of these exist.

There is good.

There is bad.

No demons...

No angels.

I do not like these stereotypes,

I do not like being labeled.

I am who I am.

I have good and bad just as everyone else.

Angels are made up of good all around,

Demons are charcoal and burnt to a crisp.

Even if my wings are broken and burnt,

I still go one with smile and my quirks.

I am not demon,

I am not an angel.

I am a good person.

I am not the best. 

Do not label me anymore,

I am a goddess in my own right,

I choose what I want.

Without these labels I can live on.

You can too..

As gods and goddesses.

No angels...

No demons.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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