first love

the scribbles on the bathroom wall tell the story of a broken heart.

beneath the ink there it lay. barren, clean, new.

the pollution of this rotten inconvenience, while formed through hurt,

spread a kind word: “your first love must be you.”

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

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