Poems from lovedayana

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Writing is the key to release my unhappy soul.
I wonder if thou hath dots on thy face I wonder if thou hath my lips, or my eyes Perhaps thou hath my long bony fingers Or maybe thou hath...
I am different. At times, even belligerent Not the usual teen More grown up and a bit more than fourteen   I can't make sense of the world...
Everything around me feels odd The trees, the cars, the people I am stepping onto sacred ground Forbidden land formed by God   Who knew...