Cages
Torn from your home. No bed, toothbrush or comb. You travel thousands of miles, all the while losing your smiles. You come seeking a better life. But men in their high castles deny you and cause you more strife. They take your parents and lock you in cages. You sit and cry for what seems like ages. Aunts, uncles and cousins work for meager wages. You come as a dreamer. But shunned by the schemer. Is this place not founded by dreamers seeking a fresh new start? They DE-fund and crush art. All they do is steal and wage war. It seems they have forgot, by whom the weight of this country, was bore.
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Aripari
I am a novice poet that believes that the best poetry comes from your heart and emotions. I am a Norse Pagan who just so happens to be transgender and lesbian. I believe that the whole world is my muse and I get inspiration from everyone and everything that I come into contact with. Words are some of the most powerful things that we as humans posses and if used right; they can change the hearts of many. Art comes in many forms and poetry is one of them. So why not change the world with art, one word at a time?
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